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195 – Pick one… second chance

As i got out of the shower today, David asked me to “Pick One”.

My choices were:

1) Anal Plug

2) Inflatable Dildo

3) Chastity

When i started to ask questions like “purpose, length of time (to wear), would the inflatable go in my front hole or back, i was greeted with a look that said it all. It was a look i have seen and know well, that said, “You should know better to ask questions. You should show your trust.”

And the only words he said was, “I asked you to pick.”

All of these have consequences, and rewards too.

i chose anal plug.

He smiled and responded with, “can I assume you’ll wear it much longer than you did this last time?”

“Yes Sir”

He said, “Good. Now present your bottom on the bed while I go get it ready”

So i went to the bed. i got on all fours, with my ass in the air, head buried in the bed. i used my hands to pull my butt cheeks apart. And waited.

It wasn’t but a minute, when i felt David touch the tip to my anal opening.

He said, “I’ll press it a bit but then I want you to push your muscles open so your sphincter will open to it. When you are ready, you should then press back onto it so it will go in slide your ass. I want to ultimately have you put this into your own ass while I just hold it.”

“Yes Sir”

And i did. i am always grateful when he lets me do it this way because i can accept it slowly into my ass at my own tempo. It is always an easier entrance for me, plus of course, he also has a VISIBLE confirmation that i am doing this of my own free will.

Side bar – sometimes i get emails or comments that people are concerned about my well being. i truly understand that you may not think it, but i do this of my own free will. i can promise you, i am well – mentally and physically. i truly DO love my Disciplined Life!

So after i got the plug fully seated inside my ass, David pulled me off the bed and toward him. He wrapped his arms around my naked body and pulled me to him. He kissed me passionately. Then he smiled at me and said, “you make me so happy. I am proud of you and all that you do for me.”

He continued, “Now get dressed. Remember no bra or panties. You’ll have to hold the plug in without aids today. We will see how your day goes, but if you are good, we can probably see about shortening your no-cum week. But let’s not get ahead of ourselves just yet.”

He released his hold on me, gave my ass a big hard (playful) slap, and said, “now don’t make us late for church. Hurry it up my sweet girl.”

As i was headed to the closest, he added, “Oh, just so you know…. This is your second chance this week. Had you picked one of the others, you wouldn’t have a second chance just yet. But with the same sexual tool in place now as what you had a few days ago, I want to give you a second chance to be the best submissive wife you can be. I will let you know when it comes out, and if you make it, you can have a reward tonight!”

T-H-I-S is love between us! i love how we have sexual energies, as well as tensions, in our marriage! The love i have for T-H-I-S man is extraordinary. And when i perform acts of submissive service that please him, like wearing an anal plug for some undefined time – just because he wanted me to, i know he loves me too.

Wonder how long i will make it today. Hopefully much longer than Thursday!! And hopefully the week will be shortened!

Stay tuned…. We will see if today is better!

And now off to church to worship Christ while giving my submissiveness to my husband.

Hugs,

Marie

192 – Recalibration Weekend

In part because we have wanted one for ages, in part because of COVID (and not going places/vacations have helped to save money)….. we had the money to put a pool in our backyard this year. It’s been finished for about a month now.

David said, “While our son is away for the weekend, I see no reason for you to wear anything at all. I want and intend to enjoy your body thoroughly throughout.”

i simply responded with, “Yes Sir”.

Of course, as i turned my head, i was rolling my eyes and to my surprise David saw it. He wasn’t happy. He said, “while I have been amiss in allowing your lack of submission to be disciplined as of late, it’s time to change that back.”

While it’s true, we have slipped out of full routine, we haven’t gotten too far off either. Just mostly a “little lazy” about the little things really. (i have been overwhelmed with life and haven’t had much capacity to write here. When you feel like there’s “too much going on,” you find ways to eliminate things …and i am sorry friends, my blog is what got away from me. And this morning i felt inspired to write again…)

Well, because i didn’t respond with gusto to the new directive i was just given, David said, “come here. N-O-W!”

Ahh crap.

i stood up and moved from the couch i was on, to the chair he was sitting in and stood in front of him. In a stern and “I-dare-you-to-defy-me voice” David said, “take your clothes off.”

With my eyes and head dropped, i obeyed.

He said, “lay over my lap now.”

i did.

He wrapped his free leg around mine, so as to secure my legs from flailing, while laying his right arm and upper body into my back, causing me to be pinned.

That’s when i felt his left hand on top of my bottom. He gently laid it there. And he said, “you will remain naked for the duration of the weekend. Understand?”

“Yes Sir.”

He asked, “why did you roll your eyes at me?”

“i’m not entirely sure Sir. Maybe because you have been lax about enforcing discipline lately.”

“While I appreciate your honesty, you do understand that the eye roll was not necessary, right?”

“Yes Sir.”

“So lax or not, this weekend will be a reminder for both of us. Ready?”

i knew he was asking if i was ready to have his hand swiftly and firmly come down upon my bottom with an enforcing reminder of who i submit to. And because i #LoveMyDisciplinedLife (just don’t like the inconsistencies), i responded with, “Yes Sir.”

With that, his hand pulled away from my buttocks and i cringed as my mind prepared for what i felt just a swift second later.

Wow – he wasn’t kidding.

My Sir’s hand had to hurt as much as my bottom as he wasted NO time delivering 10-strong, hard, and fast spanks to my bare ass.

My legs automatically tried to lift up, but with his leg pinning me in place, there was nowhere to go. As i flinched and tried to wiggle, there was nowhere to go there either with his upper body laying into my back.

When 10-were delivered, i felt his body loosen from the grip and mine relaxed as the tension was released. He asked, “how close are you to tears?”

Admittedly since it had been awhile that i had been in this position, i said, “very near Sir.”

He asked, “is that from the humility that you are feeling in your mind or the sting you are feeling in your ass?”

“Both Sir.”

That’s when he said, “then 10-more it shall be. But my hand is hurting and I want to use the paddle for a stronger reminder. Go get your paddle for me now.”

Geez. Talk about more humility.

i did as i was instructed. My head held low as i did so. When I came back, he said, “look me in the eye and confirm you are ok.”

He likes to do this. Even though we agreed to a domestic discipline lifestyle long ago now, he likes to know that he’s not abusing me or forcing me to do anything against my will. And … he wasn’t.

While the pain was strong already, and about to get even more so, i was happy to see him taking (full) charge and not allowing even the smallest of transgressions to pass. So yes, i did look him in the eye and said, “i happily accept your discipline Sir. i am glad to know you are in charge and i willingly submit to you. You are hurting my bottom, but my will and desire to submit has not been hurt nor changed.”

He smiled and said, “great. I love you even more for your submission. Now let’s get the last 10-done now.” And he patted his leg.

i know the paddle hurts more than his hand, and while it’s only been a few mere minutes between the time he spanked with the hand until now with the paddle, i suspected the pain would be swift and strong.

He did not disappoint.

After we were right back in the same position and i felt the paddle laid flat on my bottom to let me know what was about to come, just as quickly and without an utterance of a sound, i felt it pull back.

It instantly collided with my bottom. Instinctively i flexed my back, where i felt his arm and upper body flex back pressing me back down.

One after another, they were so quick i hardly had time to process it. The sting in my bottom was so intense and i found the thoughts, “pleaseeeee end soon already!” seeping in. That’s when i felt the release of a tear from my eye. Then the other eye.

And it was over. As quickly as it started and as unexpected as it was, it was hard, fast… and … well…. deserved. Truthfully, it has been deserved for awhile now. Not so much about this one transgression with the eye roll or the delayed response to the directive to undress, but in general with all the recent days’ minor transgressions that he allowed to be ignored.

As he stood me up, he was still seated and i was between his legs. This is where he grabbed my hands and looked up into my eyes, and he said, “are we ready to have a good weekend now? We haven’t christened the pool yet…. And with you staying naked all weekend, i suspect i will be moved to take advantage of that frequently. Why don’t you go cool your bottom off in the pool now? Allow yourself to feel the water flow over you untethered by clothing. And let’s spend this weekend recalibrating….”

The couple of tears i felt spring forward from the spanking was nothing compared to now the recommitment i feel to My Sir. The tears flowed freely and he smiled. He knew it was tears of love as i smiled through them.

He dropped one of my hands and moved it to my puss where he quickly inserted two fingers. He said, “now now my love, let the tears flow if you wish, it you don’t need to cry. I love you for your strong character snd commitment to our marriage, and willingness to submit to me.”

His fingers were moving in and out quickly. i arched my back and my eyes rolled back in my head. As he saw that, he pulled his hand from me and one swift swat came across my puss where i was immediately brought back out of my mind and into reality.

He said, “Make no mistake… I will use you freely this weekend. But you are to ask to cum every single time. If you do not ask or do not receive my approval, and you cum anyway, you’ll be shedding tears of pain. Don’t make us go THERE this weekend! Now go get in the pool and I’ll be there shortly….”

“Yes Sir. Thank you Sir.”

Life is good and i am #LovingMyDisciplinedLife!

Hugs,

Marie

189 – Saturday Road Trip

Sometimes being submissive isn’t about bending over, being spanked, or saying Yes Sir.

Sometimes it’s about getting in the car and seeing the countryside …. with my Sir…. with a happy heart and an adventurous mindset.

Just the two of us left the house this morning at 8:30 am and we won’t be home until probably around 10:00 pm.

Our mission is to eat great Texas BBQ, be out of the house, spend time together and see the countryside…. with Texas BlueBonnets in bloom.

The Bluebonnet is the Texas State Flower. The flower gets its name because the petals resemble the bonnet that women used to wear to shield their face from the sun.

The flower became the State flower the year i was born here too. And as a result of Lady Bird Johnson’s highway beautification initiative, bluebonnets were planted across the state along our highways, making springtime in Texas a beautiful sight to see!

My entire job today is to be kind, considerate, and relax for the ride. Sometimes i say things cheeky, unkind, or get a bad attitude and that’s the kind of ways that are deemed NOT submissive or appropriate… especially today on our road trip together.

So all i have to do is have a good time with a good attitude … and if i don’t (have a good time), pretend to do so!! And don’t forget to do so with a positive attitude too!

Sir has already indicated i may be on the side of the road with my pants down getting a spanking with a few of the comments i have already made. And he said “change the attitude.”

i don’t really think he’d actually do that (spank me on the side of the road), because he’s not really about being on display or show like that. Nor are either of us wanting to be arrested for indecent exposure OR someone thinking i am being beaten. But it wouldn’t stop him from doing spanking me when we get home.

What’s my point? Sometimes people think submission is about being naked or sexual or being a sex slave or… … well….. just sex. And sometimes, frankly most of the time, submission is nothing more than a daily process and the way of living where i need to sit back, relax, and think/talk positively and respectfully.

As the road rolls on today, submission is easy. i think. i hope.

Hugs,

Marie

183 – FICTION: Discipline Reinstated

“I have been lax on your discipline and your attitude lately shows it. This is on me as it is my responsibility to maintain order and of course when you aren’t disciplined for poor behavior, you forget how to act good. So today we correct that. Assume the Position. N-O-W.”

That’s what he said to me. I knew he was right, but that didn’t mean I was ready for him to turn it back on right N-O-W as he said to me either.

I mean hell, I was dressed up, made up, and we were about to walk out the door for our Friday night out. I’ve been looking forward to this date night with my Dominant Husband all week!

So ….. in hearing his words…. I hesitated. I looked at him and said, “what?? Now?? Why?? We are about to leave……”

And what I heard back, I knew was what I probably needed to hear but had no desire in actually hearing either.

He said, “This. This attitude is what ai suspected I’d hear from you. Again, it’s my fault for not having been engaged lately and having poorly executed our discipline routine. But that stops. Now. Unless of course you want to argue more with me……”

That’s when I rolled my eyes at him.

Ut oh. That was most definitely not the best thing to do, and I knew it the second after I saw his face.

He was determined. To change this behavior. And it was about to happen.

He grabbed me up by my forearm, lifting me onto my toes. And said, “the eye roll is exactly what I won’t be having anymore of. You just made this worse for both of us. We will not be leaving here until your ass is as red as I think it should be, in order to have you sufficiently reminded of exactly how you are to behave when I give an order for you. Do you understand me??”

All I said was “Yes Sir”.

I hadn’t uttered those words in quite some time, which was really when I did know and acknowledge aloud that he was RIGHT. I did need discipline and his hand to be reminded of my submissive place in our marriage. If I had been able to be honest, I’d have told him awhile ago he was needing to bend me over and spank me. But he’s in control and let’s face it, I can’t make my Husband do something he’s not wanting to do. But it does seem he’s going to do this now.

And that’s when the realization that I was about to be regretting every non-Sir response, every eye roll, and every hesitation that I’ve felt lately.

I was glad to have my dominant husband back in control and caring enough to do what we both know needed to be done, but my ass was about to be very sore indeed.

He may as well have been dragging me to the bedroom by this point and he kinda pushed me forward toward the bed, and said, “Now. Do you need to be reminded exactly what the words ‘Assume the Position’ mean or can I assume you will be able to act properly now??”

I said, “Yes Sir” and started taking my clothes off. He just stared.

While this is always the most humiliating part for me, it is especially hard when his eyes are just bearing down on me too. So I sheepishly started removing my clothes, piece by piece.

He snapped his fingers and said “hurry it up woman. We don’t have all day. As you were aware, we have a dinner date to get started!”

So I moved more quickly and laid across the bed as I’ve been taught to do.

I heard the bedside stand drawer open and I knew I was about to feel the full reign of his authority on my backside.

He said, “I’ve let this go for too long.”

Smack.

I flinched and couldn’t help but think “wow, he didn’t even start light! Can I handle that he’s about to give??

And he said, “you’ve not been the best submissive wife you could be. Have you?”

Smack.

“I asked you a question!”

Smack-smack-smack

“Yes, I know. I haven’t been very good. You are right.”

Smack-smack-smack!

“You also fail to speak the word you know I like to hear most!”

Smack! Smack! S-M-A-C-K!!

“What word is that?”

“Sir. You like to hear Sir. Sir”

SMACK!

“That’s correct. That word is music to my ears”

SMACK

(My eyes were already starting to tear up. My butt was already burning. But I also knew I love to submit to my husband, and I needed this. And honestly he needed this too.)

“Now, I’ll start over and you’ll count.”

(Now I just started to let the tears flow freely.)

Smack.

“One Sir”

Snack

“Tttwo Sirrr”

(My tears were making the words hard to speak.)

Smack

“Threeeee Sirrrrrr”

(I don’t want to call yellow. But how many more?!)

Smack-smack

“(Sob) Four Sirrrr aaand Fivvvveee Sirrrrr”

“That’s my girl. That’s what I like to hear. I know you are being a good girl to accept this needed discipline and your strength is very much noticed. Only five more. And each one will be harder than the last, so we end on a strong climax. Are you ready my love?”

“Y-essss sssssiiiirrrr” (sob)

(I can do 5-more. I’m proud that I have accepted his dominance and submitted the way I know we both want and love!)

Smack

Smack!

SMACK!!

(My tears and cries were getting loud)

“Good girl! I’m so proud of you for submitting to me and being so strong to accept my will as your own. One more love and we are done. This will hurt.”

S-M-A-C-K!!!

And with that, I collapsed onto the bed a whole mess of make up, tears, and yet…. strength. I know I’m a strong woman to decide to submit to my husband. I am proud of myself being willing to accept his leadership and discipline. And I know that he’s proud of me too for those same reasons.

With that he puts his arms around me and holds me for a few minutes until all the tears dry. That’s when he says, “are you hungry my good girl? I want to take you to a wonderful dinner now if you are up to it.”

I responded with the only words I knew were in my mind, heart, and soul……

“Yes Sir. Thank you Sir.”

And I hear……

“That’s my Good girl!”

Hugs,

Marie

181 – DD spankings are (more) effective.

We got into a H-U-G-E fight yesterday afternoon. On Easter. Completely ruined the afternoon of an otherwise great Sunday. And the topic or reason for the fight…. was stupid. V-E-R-Y stupid!

i will tell you just how stupid……

Background first. We have a running phrase in my house that goes like this….. “when King Midas touches things, it turns to gold. When Marie touches things (with technology involved), it breaks.”

My computer has given me the “black screen of death” (that’s what i call it anyway) more times than i know. i have horned more computers (that break for NO reason) than anyone i know! My phone just randomly decides to do strange things too, like one day (recently) we upgraded our service provider plan. “All we have to do” is reboot the phone and it will take effect. Except when i rebooted my phone, the voice mail suddenly wouldn’t work… at all. Then i called the 800-help desk number and got it working. Until i hung up the phone and then my phone wouldn’t dial out even for a basic call! And the microwave broke when i was using it. The buttons just stopped working 2-months ago as i was pushing them. This is the same microwave that i blogged about last summer! It wasn’t even one-year-old! And….. and…. and i could go on, but you get the idea.

Well…. this past week my car had to go to the shop where they (apparently) had to disconnect the dashboard and after getting it back, all the (technology-related) settings were not set anymore, including my phone connecting to Bluetooth.

So David decided to reset all this for me yesterday afternoon. And when he told me this, he had my keys in hand and said, “let’s do this now.” And the fact he was going to do it “now” should’ve put my mind at ease (given my background about tech!), but instead… it sent my anxiety through the roof and to the next level.

He wanted me to go to the car and do it with him… THAT moment. Well, i wasn’t doing anything particular then, but i wasn’t mentally prepared to take on that tech battle either. (When i set the tech settings the first time, i had to read the manual! —— who reads a car manual with all 500-pages of it anyway?? 🙋‍♀️🙋‍♀️🙋‍♀️. i had to… cuz i couldn’t figure out how to make the car not beep when… [fill in the blank]….. without reading it.)

i tried not to say anything. But then he said, “what? Are you afraid I’ll mess it up?”

i responded in truth…. “Yes.”

(When in reality, while that was how i was feeling overall… but it was more that “i was afraid WE would mess it up! And it gives me anxiety to do this…and i’m not mentally prepared for this… and and….”

And in that single word….. he and i proceeded to get into the biggest fight we’ve had in a long time. It escalated with us yelling things at each other that neither of us really meant and got to the point where he yelled, “I’m done! You are certifiably crazy!” And he got out a suitcase and started packing it to leave the house and go who-knows-where.

And in that moment, all i could really think was, “HOW did we get HERE? And why doesn’t he just say, ‘Assume the Position’ and spank me?”

And why didn’t he?

i think he was just THAT mad that he couldn’t. He would’ve ended up truly beating me of he had picked up the paddle. And our DD relationship….. to many people’s disbelief and have tried to argue with me on this blog and/or in emails to me… is NOT about beatings or abuse.

i probably should’ve let him leave…. and calm down… which he would’ve done. And he would’ve come back. But i wasn’t certain in that moment. i was doubting. And MORE anxiety gripped me.

Instead, i first told him how stupid it was that he was leaving. And i told him i suspected if he left, he wouldn’t come back or that we would never be the same. And when that didn’t exactly work, i eventually just (literally) clung to him …. and started crying and basically not allowing him to leave without dragging me with him.

(Yeah, i told you at the start… it was a DUMB fight. That escalated wayyyyyy beyond anything rational!)

But we did calm down. (He kinda didn’t have a choice when i was standing there arms around him, head dug into his chest, and crying….)

We are (still) living in the same house, slept in the same bed under the same roof, and all is “right” in my world again……

Mostly.

i haven’t gotten a spanking.

Yet.

But it’s probably needed.

And justified.

We shall see.

So….. Doms…… next time something seems “off” with your sub….. don’t go getting so angry that you threaten to leave your own home with suitcases in hand. Instead, tell her to Assume the Position, and spank her ass. Spank her soundly and hard enough to get the anxiety to subside…. and make her still go do the thing that needs to be done. Calmly. (Now to just say that to David… 😉)

Oh… and i’ll stop with the “keep calm” pics now… but seriously… it’s pretty appropriate for today’s blog post.. right??

Hugs,

Marie