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305 – Happy Fat Tuesday

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Today is Tuesday. i really hate Tuesdays.

To be specific though, this is a special Tuesday. Today is FAT TUESDAY. Of ALL Tuesdays, this may be the only one of the year i at least try to find joy. It’s a party day, or at least it’s supposed to be.

But i hate Tuesdays.

Most people hate Mondays … but not me. i hate Tuesdays. Because, as a boss, most of what causes the average person to hate Monday is dealt with by my staff and by Tuesday the reality of their Monday problems that they weren’t able to fix (the “big ones”) become my problem by Tuesday.

To make that even more amplified today, i should tell you that last week i was having problems with my right ear. It felt like i was underwater, which caused pressure and hearing loss. So on Friday, i went to the Doc who said no infection, no excessive ear wax… and well… no obvious reason for the problem.

So the Doc opted to put me on a steroid pack, where you take like 8-pills on Day 1, 6 pills on Day 2, and step down to nothing by the end of Day 5. He said, “maybe your body needs a bit of a boost and can knock out whatever this is on your own with a little help.” And while i agreed and today is now Day 4 of the pack, i cringed at the time it was suggested.

i HATE steroid packs. They make me super hungry (i always gain weight as a result), can’t sleep (i have had 4-5 hours sleep average these last few days), and irritable (not sure if it’s the sleep loss or the drugs or both).

All culminating on my least favorite day of the week. Tuesday.

Mardi Gras Fat Tuesday

David is originally from Louisiana and Mardi Gras is a huge big deal there. While most of the country takes extended Spring Break holidays from schools, the State of Louisiana chooses to celebrate Mardi Gras by (nearly) shutting down all school and work for the week and instead choosing to party.

While we don’t live in Louisiana, we live near it and with David in my house, we frequently have a small spirited celebration with a King Cake at a minimum. (Of course, it IS a Tuesday and we work, so we don’t celebrate as much as we would otherwise.)

Today through Thursday, David has to be out of town so i will be on my own which is probably good because i have had a downright cranky and snappy attitude with him. He knows it’s (mostly) the drugs talking, so he’s been more lenient than usual and just given me a few verbal warnings and “the look” rather than discipline.

i am honestly unsure if the grace he’s granted is good or bad though.

Good for the obvious reasons… he knows it’s not truly “the full Marie” talking.

Bad because… well…. With or without the drugs, being disrespectful is… disrespectful. Maybe a good spanking would keep me more in check, with or without steroids.

Even if i asked, i doubt David will spank me though because it is a party day! As well, i also think David thinks it’s not the right way for him to act when i am (effectively) sick. He probably also thinks a spanking would not fix the problem as i am not fully in control of myself, which he would most likely be correct there too.

The good news is, my ear problem seems to have dissipated, at least for now anyway. i won’t lie though, i am admittedly concerned whether this steroid pack (and my body) has knocked out the problem or just postponed it. Time will tell.

We partied last Thursday already

At the end of last Thursday after i wrote about my attitude problem then and as we were getting ready for bed, David looked at me and in a playful tone asked, “So.. you going to take that belt off or what?”

Very solemnly and with the most uneventful facial expression ever i said, “THAT is not up to me Sir.”

He broke into a sly smile and said, “Then take it off!”

He didn’t have to say anymore as i knew the next part was that he would play with me, to his preferences, and it would culminate in my very desirable and explosive orgasm.

It did. (Woo hoo!)

i was actually surprised though. As i wrote, i expected the attitude would have to change before the orgasm would flow. David said that was what his original intent was, but he decided to take a different path. One i was happy to walk down!

Maintenance works!

Friday did have a big maintenance spanking, as i also anticipated. He used the cane. He rarely uses the cane, so a few smacks with that and my ass was red and my butt was stinging fiercely. i was ready to beg for it to stop just at the point right when it did.

My butt was pretty tender for all of Friday, which was definitely enough to keep me in check all weekend for sure!

Maintenance spankings aren’t quite as intense as discipline spankings, but, they are still a stark reminder of who i am, the behavior that is expected, how i am to act, and that this submissive behavior is what i want too. And i really (really!) do!

While my weekend was uneventful really… as the ear problems disintegrated to nothing, the steroids worked in exact opposition, bringing me to this climatic day where i have an even more amplified “i hate Tuesdays” attitude.

Maybe before i head to work this morning and David to the airport, i should ask for a discipline spanking…. Or at least a maintenance one…. Or maybe i need to just “go to work already!”

Maybe i need to forget about this whole week’s bad attitude by allowing David’s grace to just sink in and be thankful instead.

Overall…..i feel squirrely and indecisive. Ugh! One thing i rarely am is indecisive. i regularly know what i want and how to get it, i just frequently lack confidence to go after it and end up over analyzing it. But right now, i feel truly indecisive. (It’s the drugs talking, right?!)

Extended belt time is needed

Too bad the rear opening to my belt has stillllll not arrived (that’s annoying me too!), as i could use with an extended stay in the belt while David is out of town this week. Anytime i have extended Belt time, it accentuates the lack of my control and in the short term is annoying but ultimately ends up with my acceptance and a calming feeling. And “calm” is definitely NOT where i am right now.

But for today.. it’s Tuesday.

Tuesday…. Go away already. Including a Fat one. Today.. i just don’t feel like celebrating anything .. fat or otherwise.

The only “fat” i am feeling is the physical kind. After eating too much this week from steroid overload, i am sure i have gained a few lbs and that just adds to the crankiness too!

With David out of town, we won’t be doing a cake or any other party, and i won’t lie, THAT brings me a bit of joy.

Drugs and stress and annoyance and displeasure and bad behavior and .. and … and…. All just go away … right along with Tuesday too.

Hugs,

Marie

304 – in need of an attitude adjustment

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i have been in a testy and on-edge mood all day.

This morning, after my shower and before i was able to get dressed, David says, “lay on the bed.”

So i did. On my back. And i spread my legs. To which he said, “how do you know that’s what I wanted? Maybe you are about to be spanked.”

i didn’t move. i just smiled and said, “i guess i don’t know. Did i assume incorrectly SIR?”

To which he came down between my legs and said, “Maybe.”

But then his tongue collided with my clit and i was suddenly reassured that i did NOT assume incorrectly! i suddenly felt alert and very much alive.

As his tongue moved, my body responded. i was wet and moaning in pleasure. i asked him to stick his fingers inside me and he did.

I started moving my hips and getting myself off on his fingers.

i eeked out various words, inc,using, “This feels so good Sir.” And “thank you Sir” and “please don’t stop Sir.”

And finally i felt my orgasm getting to the edge when i said, “i am about to orgasm.” (And about a minute’ish later is when i always ask permission to orgasm, but this is the “warning” that i am THAT close… and even when i do ask, frequently i don’t hold it in. But i have never been punished for orgasming when i get there like this.)

That’s when he IMMEDIATELY pulled his fingers out of my pussy hole, pulled his tongue away from my clit, and said, “No. NO, you are NOT going to orgasm.”

i just stared at him. In my mind i was thinking, “WTF?!” and aloud, i actually said nothing.

i was in utter shock. He has never stopped and never not allowed me to orgasm. But sometimes he does mess with me, so i thought that was likely the case.

He smiled, let out a bit of a chuckle and said, “go put the belt on. You won’t be orgasming this morning.”

i just stared at him more. And then i said, “you can’t be serious?”

That’s when he grabbed my ankles, pulled me to the edge of the bed, and said, “I’m very serious. Get up, go get the belt on, and bring me the key.”

And that was all it took….. i was officially in a bad mood. But i did as told. Under protest of course.

He laughed at me and said, “That’s not what you wanted to hear, was it?”

“No Sir.”

He laughed more and said, “well, it’s going to be all that you get. Get ready to have a good day!”

i got dressed slowly …… hoping he’d come in and change his mind. It didn’t happen.

By the time i was at work, i was in a cranky ass mood. About an hour later, i texted David asking when i would be able to take the belt off. And he responded with a question, “When will you stop being a pissy little baby?” (Aka: when was i going to stop pouting about it already?)

i didn’t respond for a good bit and finally said, “Good question Sir. i may need an attitude adjustment.”

i wasn’t sure if i wanted to be spanked, in the belt (or not), or just be left alone to get my shit together on my own. All i knew for sure was i definitely needed an attitude adjustment. Or an orgasm. Or both.

Needless to say… David has ignored the fact i am stillllllll in the belt and stilllllll have not orgasmed. He is probably waiting for me to change my attitude by myself, which has yet to happen but is slowly starting to creep in. But i suspect if i don’t get it together soon, i may be receiving a spanking after all…. Or be stuck in the belt until further notice…. Or both.

And i am still sitting in the belt now, No orgasm. No release of ANY kind. It is 8pm… more than 12-hours at this point.

i may well be sleeping in the belt. F-I-N-E.

And … tomorrow is Friday. Yet another opportunity for Maintenance. Probably going to happen this week for sure i think. And probably not an “easy” maintenance if i were to guess, especially after today’s attitude problems. Ugh.

Come to think of it… i may be in the belt for a long time still.… possibly much of the weekend. F-I-N-E!

Hugs,

Marie

303 – First (Discipline) Spanking of 2023

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Was today. Today i was spanked … twice technically.

Every year i write about my first spanking of the year and this year it was today – Sunday, Feb 12. i nearly made it to Valentine’s Day, but fell short.

And it H-U-R-T!

In fact, i called Red. The first time i have ever called red!

My butt is still sore and red several hours after the fact, and will probably bruise by tomorrow.

The good news though…. We never fight, we solve issues timely, and other than my butt still not being happy, the rest of us are now all good.

All this following my most recent post declaring that i needed to be spanked. Just so you know, NO … i did NOT get myself spanked on purpose. In FACT, i was fairly surprised that i landed myself in this trouble and deserving of a spanking.

Okay…. So i will start at the beginning…..

Today is Sunday. i got up and started my typical Sunday with coffee and relaxing on the couch, and soon after that i was in the shower to get dressed shortly thereafter.

At the end of the shower, i played a (sexual) game with myself.

Later in the morning i texted David about it. Here is what i wrote to him….

After getting out of the shower and before I dressed today, I rode the monster cock to stretch my hole out a bit. I pretended you came in to take your shower, where you told me to get it out and stick it on that ledge between the shower and the tub. [The dildo i am referring to here is a really big one that has a suction cup on the base]

You said, “Turn around with your back to me and put your hands behind your back.”

I felt the handcuffs go on.

Then you said, “the rules are simple. I’m going to guide this cock into your pussy. You’ll stretch your hole, jump up and down on the dildo, just sit still feeling it deep inside… frankly, do whatever you want to it…. Except…. There will be NO orgasms, it WILL remain in your hole at least partially for the duration and …. Well… obviously no touching.”

You continued, “you’ll do this while I shower. When I’m done showering, I’ll let you come off the cock. You’ll have the (chastity) belt put on you and you’ll then be released from the cuffs. This will keep you from getting ideas of orgasm later on too. And we will repeat this tomorrow too. You’ll repeat it until you are the good submissive wife you know you should be. And when that happens is when you’ll get to orgasm.”

All I said was “yes Sir.”

^^^^^ That was all that i wrote to David a bit later in the morning. Some of it happened and some did not.

What did NOT happen…. David did not come in, i did not have orders to comply, nor did i have handcuffs. i did NOT orgasm.

What DID happen was …… i did ride that cock. i did stop before i orgasmed. And i did put the chastity belt on (myself).

When i had done all that, i picked up the belt key and walked into the room where David was and said, “For a variety of reasons, you haven’t enforced the rules, nor have i been particularly submissive as of late. So here is the key to my belt. i want and probably need to wear it for as long as you deem necessary.”

With that, David smiled and accepted the key. Then he motioned me over to him, and he proceeded to press on my upper back, forcing me to bend over at the waist. My top half was pressed onto the desk, and suddenly he pulled my pants down and started spanking my butt with his hand.

He said, “you have indeed had a pretty smart mouth with me a lot lately. You do need to be reminded who is in charge.” He didn’t say it, but i was thinking HE needed to be reminded who was in charge too!

He proceeded to give me a pretty good maintenance spanking right there over his desk. It hurt, like every spanking always does. But like always, i thanked him and that’s when he pulled me upward and kissed me.

Well… you’d think all that would’ve been enough to keep me from trouble. Again, i surprised myself at how quickly i landed myself in a discipline spanking situation today too.

Soon thereafter, we talked about how i was going to head off to church but David was going to stay home (for various reasons). He knew i was going to meet my sister at church too and because we typically go to lunch afterward, he asked me what i had planned for lunch. i told him that i had no plans as of yet.

That was when David then said, “I might cook something.”

And i noticed he was starting up his grill, but it was just to early to cook lunch so i wasn’t honestly sure what he was doing really.

So i went off to church. And at the end of the service, my sister and i decided to go to a restaurant together for lunch no i texted David and told him.

And that’s where my trouble started. He wrote me saying, “So I guess you chose not to eat my lunch I told you I was cooking.”

What?! He had said he might cook, he didn’t say for both of us… he didn’t clarify whatsoever. Ahh crap.

That’s when I wrote, “I didn’t understand. I thought you meant you might cook, and it would probably be for you. Do I need to go home?”

“No. You don’t need to come home. I told you I was going to cook something for us for lunch as you saw me doing.”

i suppose i did ..i saw him start up the grill. i just didn’t realize it was for lunch OR for both of us. (He does frequently bow out of meals together like this when others are involved and just eat alone. That’s what i thought.)

Despite him saying i did not need to go home, i did. i apologized to my sister and she understood, and i went home.

Upon walking in, i probably should have apologized to David. i did not. i wasn’t entirely sure what to expect as i wasn’t entirely sure how David felt, since texting is sometimes hard to know tone.

i greeted him. And he smirked. And then i took my jacket off and greeted the dog too. That’s when he asked me, “WHAT are you doing?”

When i attempted to respond, he said, “I think the better thing to do is go Assume the Fucking Position. NOW!” As he got further into that sentence, his voice began louder and more forceful and more angry. And his hand came up and pointed toward the bedroom.

i was surprised. i didn’t expect that to be his response really. i mean, i did come home. He said i didn’t need to. i greeted him upon entering the house.

But.

i did not apologize. i was NOT humble like i should have been. i didn’t even acknowledge it really.

Whatever.

Fine.

It is what it is!

i tried to contain my eyes so they didn’t roll across my face as i said, “Yes Sir.”

And i went to the bedroom. Undressed. i was naked… except for my chastity belt. i knew it had to stay on. And i got on the bed, putting a pillow under my hips to raise my butt in the air and make it more accessible.

It was about a second later and David was there. He grabbed up the whip, and wasted NO time thereafter. He swatted my right butt cheek so hard i nearly cried on the first swat!

And then he hit that same cheek over and over again. i heard the swat sound as it flipped up and down. i thought it sounded like a fly swatter making its mark. i thought about how dead that fly was after just one swat, but now it was colliding with my ass over and over again.

David never turned from the right butt cheek to the left. He focused 100% of his energy on that one cheek. i felt the tears forming in my eyes. i also felt the sting so badly in my bottom that i wasn’t sure how much more i could handle.

The swats were coming as fast as i have ever endured. All on my right butt cheek.

It took just a minute more and i was calling yellow. David didn’t care, he kept going. If anything, he sped up the timing of the swats. He never once even acknowledged the word “yellow,” where normally he slows down or pauses for a second. Not today.

After another bit, i hollered out, “Sir! i can’t take anymore. Pleaseeeee slow down…. Or switch sides….”

He didn’t. He kept delivering the pain to my butt with an exactness in each swat that he placed solely on my right butt cheek alone.

i didn’t want to, but i couldn’t help it. i hollered out, “RED! RED! SIR!”

And he stopped. And i fell into the pillow in front of me. i already felt my butt throbbing in pain as i tried to catch my breath and recover mentally. i didn’t move otherwise though.

I heard Sir say, “despite our texting, you still came home with an attitude. Are you past that now?”

“Yes Sir.”

“Are you sure? Because we have a whole other side I would be happy to turn red!”

“i am sure Sir.”

“Then all is forgiven. But you will wear the belt today. And don’t make me have to come back and redden your ass anymore today.”

“Yes Sir. Thank you Sir.”

He sat me up and kissed me. And i knew all was forgiven, as it always is.

As soon as i was dressed, we ate lunch. It tasted great… in fact, way better than what i would’ve eaten at the restaurant.

At one point, shortly after i was dressed, David made a comment that i seemed to be moving slowly. i said, “that’s what humility does for a person.”

At another point, he asked how i was feeling. i said, “half my butt is sore and the other half is a-ok.” He made a point to tell me he could fix that … meaning the other half could hurt too. i declined that gracious offer.

The rest of the day has been good. We are now preparing for sleep….. while still in my belt. The belt is effective.. and so is the whip. i knew i needed a good spanking, but i had hoped it would simply be maintenance and not a discipline one. i am much more humble and feeling a lot more submissive again tonight.

i do think i will be sleeping on my left side tonight though. Imagine that!

Hugs,

Marie

302 – Sometimes.. i just gotta ask to be spanked

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And yet.

i won’t ask for it.

Because ….

i don’t know how… without causing more trouble.

So i don’t.

And then i get cranky.

And unsubmissive.

And bratty. And defiant. And difficult. And (often) results in fights breaking out.

This week i have been very stressed out at work….. But so has my Sir. Fortunately, or not, our careers are both similar in that the times of the year we have a lot of deadlines (and stress) are the same.

So me being cranky, stressed, or difficult just causes more work for him. And in a lot of ways, i think that’s unfair of me to put on him. That instead of asking him to be a Dominant Dom for me, i need to get a grip, have more self control, and to straighten up and fly right.

i mean, really….. how hard is it to be submissive, follow the rules, and do as-is-expected?!? If i want him to be a Dominant Dom, why can’t i be a submissive submissive?! It seems what i need is to simple exercise more self control.

So. i need to be spanked. i need to be reminded of how to be submissive and how to straighten up and fly right. But. i won’t ask for it.

i need the endorphins to kick in, the way it always does, when the spanking(s) is administered just right. But. i won’t ask for it.

But. It isn’t fair or right for me to expect David to have more to-do’s on his already-full-list too.

Okay, so just ask already! Let him be the decision maker. Let him know my needs and be the one to decide yes, no, maybe. Just asking for my needs to be met does not put me in charge or a lot on him. And if it does seem too much for him, let him still be the one to have the ultimate decision making power. But. i won’t ask for it.

i was in the shower first this morning and i had all these thoughts that i just wrote down all running through my head. i even played out a scenario…. In my head …..As follows…..

Upon getting out of the shower and drying off, David materialized saying, “it’s Friday. That means maintenance. I’ve been lax lately and you sorely need to feel a sore butt today. As well, I sorely need to feel the power of being in control. Assume the Position.”

I didn’t argue as I knew he was right. I simply said, “Yes Sir,” and started to get on the bed and into position. That position is naked, head down, and my butt propped in the air with a pillow wedged under my hips.

My arms always lay flat and fully extended down to the bottom of the bed. This causes my forearms to press my boobs together and under the pillow that holds my butt in the air. When I am also propped up a bit onto my knees, my hands reach to my ankles and frequently I use my hands to hold onto my ankles. This all serves to get my arms out of the way, not allow me to use them to shield my bottom or to move out of position (any too easily).

David picks up his new favorite tool… the whip. He says, “this is going to be a good and hard maintenance. While usually I take it a little slower at first, that’s not going to happen today. As well, you know a lot of times with maintenance, I touch my pussy at the end and allow it to orgasm. That’s not going to happen today either.”

He continued, “we both know that we both need this maintenance today. And I want it to be about power exchange, not about your sexual pleasure. In fact, when this maintenance is complete, I’m going to hug and kiss you and tell you how much I love you. And then you’ll put on the chastity belt, bring me the key, and you’ll stay that way for the duration of the weekend or until I decide otherwise. Understood?”

“Yes Sir.”

“Do you accept all this freely?”

“Yes Sir.” (And I meant it too.)

And so it was.

The spanking was hard and fast, just as promised. I felt the whip collide with my butt over and over again. I was squirming and praying for the sting to subside, but of course, it didn’t. My butt started to feel hot, along with my whole body starting to sweat. I knew this was good for me, and it was needed, but at the same time not desirable either.

When David finally stopped, I was feeling way more humble and submissive. Of course, we both knew that was the goal.

As promised, he sat me up onto my knees while I was still on the bed where he wrapped his arms around me in a tight hug. His lips touched and kissed on my neck, until he pulled me back to kiss my lips too.

When he was done, he looked into my eyes and said, “I am so proud of you, my love. You are an amazing wife and your willingness to submit to me, as our head of household, is so sexy. You turn me on and make me love you that much more every single time your submission is this obvious and blatant.”

He finished with, “while I am indeed turned on and I’d like to touch my pussy to make it orgasm, I know that’s not what you need right now. You need to continue to be reminded how to submit and to not expect your pleasures to be met just because you want it. Go put the belt on and bring me the key.”

And I did. And he said, “good girl. Now go get ready for the day.”

And I did.

^^^^^^^^^ ALL that happened solely in my head!

^^^^^^^^^^^^^^ ALL that is what i wanted to go tell David and have him do to me.

But i didn’t.

Why not?!?

Because. i am NOT in charge. i need to exercise more self discipline. i need to NOT put more to-do’s on him. i need it to be his ideas and his desires to Dominant me in ways that make him happy. NOT in ways that i want or make me happy.

So.

Instead, i am getting dressed and ready for work and saying nothing to him about this. i will try to just be a good submissive wife all on my own… by straightening up and flying right. Hopefully.

Have a good weekend my friends!

Hugs,

Marie