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108 – Complete work of fiction. #2.

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If you didn’t read the first Complete Work of Fiction #1, you should probably do so before reading this one…. as this is a continuation of Part 1 and may/may not make sense as a stand alone post.

i couldn’t help but wonder, “How many? How will this go? Should i be excited or worried or both? And when will i know more details……….”

ONE WEEK BEFORE……

My 50th birthday was just a week away and David promised to make it one i’d never forget. All he’d told me so far was there would be multiple people who will feast on Me for Thanksgiving! What does that even mean???

i mean my 50th IS on Thanksgiving but i never expected to have a big “feast” with ME being the featured entree of the day! But it seems through all the hints he’s dropped that THAT may in fact be what happens!

And then he announced, “No more masturbation or orgasms for you until your birthday. You are to only touch yourself to shower and clean. We have to have you good and ready! But I will edge you daily.”

Oh great… a week of edging and no orgasms…. i sure hope this is worth it! And edging that he is in charge of too!

And without fail… as we were headed to bed, he would say, “open your legs.” And he played with my clit until i was begging to come. And he’d stop. He waited 10-minutes, to the point i thought maybe he’s done and that’s all, and he would repeat. He did this varying numbers of minutes and repeats for the entire week. i was SO ready to orgasm! But true to his word, he didn’t allow it.

ONE DAY BEFORE……

i was getting more and more anxious with not knowing a whole lot of what to expect. David really hadn’t told me much more about Thanksgiving. And every time i asked he would say, “Don’t worry your pretty little head. I have it all taken care of.”

When i asked what i needed to do, his response was, “Be yourself. Your submissive self, the GOOD GIRL, submissive self that we both know you are… and to which I ABSOLUTELY LOVE!”

Yes Sir.

THE MORNING OF…

(The rest of this will be from what i think would be what he may say and think… From his point of view now… of course this is my idea of what he may say, so this may or may not be how he would actually respond… but i did say “Complete work of Fiction”)……

I woke her up and said, “Happy Birthday my love!” And handed her a cup of her favorite coffee.

Marie opened her eyes and said, “Thank you Sir,” and took a sip. While she was drinking, I told her to get completely naked and prepare herself for her birthday spanking. She knows it won’t be a punishment, instead it will be rather a FUN-ishment.

I said, “Drink your coffee and enjoy. I’m leaving the room now. When you are done enjoying coffee, you are close the door promptly Assume The Position and wait for my return. To receive your Birthday spanking of course!”

I heard her say, “Yes Sir,” which just happen to be my favorite words! And I left the room.

I knew it wouldn’t take long and she’d close the bedroom door. So I did a few things around the house and sure enough the door closed. I intentionally made her wait a full 15-more minutes. I know she prays while she waits and given it is her 50th birthday and Thanksgiving too, I wanted to give her plenty of time to pray for all the things she’s Thankful for.

I knew I wanted to start AND end the day with her seeing and hearing my voice. So I knew I needed to spank her first thing to remind her just who she ultimately belongs to, and to be on her best behavior today, but also to get her into the right mindset for the remainder of the day too!

When I entered our room I saw the sight I so very much love… she had Assumed The Position! This is especially my favorite on days like today when she’s not here because of trouble! My loving submissive wife, bent over and waiting for me. And in the small of her back lay my paddle.

I picked up the paddle and swung lightly. She moved and let out a small sound.

I said, “Are you ready to have an amazing birthday?”

“Yes Sir!”

I said, “Great! We are going to give you a Birthday spanking now. You are 50, so there will be 50 swats in total. But you are not in trouble and since we don’t want you worn out before the day’s activities even really begin, it won’t be too hard! And I want you to count them out for me too.”

“Yes Sir” is all I heard. And so I begun.

When we got to 15 she was squirming more than I wanted and I gave her a second to gain her composure. I also reminded her we weren’t even half way yet.

She said, “But Sir, it’s already stinging.”

And I said, “I understand but I want you to be a good girl and ring in your 50’s with me standing right here behind you.”

While I admit, it did take me awhile to truly get on board with this while D/s with DD lifestyle that she asked for a few years back, it has changed our marriage for the better. And today especially, I wanted her to know how much I love being her Sir.

She said, “Yes Sir. Thank you Sir.”

“Good Girl! You make me so happy. Let’s get to the Big 5-0!”

SWAT SWAT SWAT… And so we continued!

All along the way, I said things to her to reassure her of my love like, “You are such an amazing wife!”

SWAT

“Thank you Sir. Twenty-five Sir.”

SWAT

And I said, “You are doing an amazing job of being my submissive wife. I love this lifestyle we have created together.”

SWAT

“Me too Sir. Thirty-five Sir.”

Then I said, “You like being my slut submissive wife, don’t you?”

[Time out: i haven’t told you about my opinions on the word “slut”…. and i will in a full post. But suffice it to say here that the definition of it is “a woman with many sexual partners,”… and from my previous escapades, you know i have had sex with others. SO… if the shoe fits, wear it! Oh – and remember – this is fiction! So now the story can continue…..]

S-W-A-T. I won’t deny…..I made that one be a bit more intense on purpose.

She called out, “Forty Sir. Thank you Sir. Yes, Sir, i do love being your Submissive wife.”

S-W-A-T. That one was a bit harder too, only because she intentionally didn’t answer my question and we both knew it.

“I didn’t say ‘submissive wife,’ I said ‘Submissive SLUT wife’. Say it out loud. Admit it. You know you want to!”

SWAT

“Forty-five Sir. Thank you Sir. Yes, i love being your submissive slut wife!”

We both know she likes being called the word “slut” and for some strange reason it turns her on. But only when we are in a scene or doing something sexual. I’d never dare say it to her otherwise, as i truly love her too much for that! But she hates saying it herself. I think because when she does say it, she has to own it.

So I continued to make her say she was my submissive slut wife. And to acknowledge that’s what she wanted to be all day today on her 50th birthday. I could tell the whole thing was getting her super wet between the legs too, so for many reasons, I knew she liked it!

SWAT.

Then I heard, “FORTY-NINE SIR.”

“Last one my submissive, slut wife….. got to make it count!”

SLAM!

“Owwwww!” And she yelled out, “FIFTY SIR. THANK YOU SIR!!!”

I pulled her up from the bed and hugged her so tight. I told her, “You are so strong and so amazing! I love you SO much my good girl!”

Then I kissed her heavy and full. And I laid her oh-so-gently and tenderly onto the bed. I knew her ass was sore. But I also knew how she loved my tongue too!

I spread her legs wide and went down on her clit folds. My tongue moved around this clit that I know so well. We’ve been together for over 25-years now and she has always loved how well my tongue laps at her clit.

In no time at all, she was asking me to come. I stopped immediately and said, “OH NO! You don’t get that pleasure just yet my dear. I need you to be ready for what is coming up next. You know it’s too soon!”

She was on the edge from no orgasms for a week now. But I wanted her to wait just a bit longer too. She pouted. I knew she would though, so I was ready!

So I pulled her up and turned her over onto her stomach. I pulled up from the hips and got her onto her knees. I grabbed the lube and spread it onto my finger and into her ass. I finger-fucked her a minute and told her, “I’m going to take you in the ass now. I’m doing this because you typically don’t orgasm from anal penetration and I do NOT want you to come. So I’m going to use your ass and fill it with my seed. Is this ok by you?”

She responded, “Yes of course Sir! You know i love anal and especially when i get to come. Please use me Sir.”

I reminded her that, “I will come this morning, but you will not. I’m aware you want to. And you be used a lot and you can come freely at that time. But not now. Not yet. Do I make myself understood?”

And when she said, “Yes Sir,” I pushed my hard cock deep into her ass. I typically take it slow and easy at first, but I didn’t want to give it to her that way today. I knew if I pushed hard and fast I could use this moment to get myself off and not give her enough time to do so herself. So that’s what I did!

Damn her ass looked and felt so good. It had been awhile since I’d taken her from behind. So I started pushing in and out rather quickly! She was moaning and begging to come, to which I denied. That got us both even more turned on too!

That’s when I asked her, “Who do you belong to?”

“You Sir”

“And what are you?”

“Your submissive Sir.”

“My Submissive WHAT?”

“Your submissive slut wife Sir.”

“That’s my good girl!”

As I said those words, I slammed my cock deep into her ass and exploded. I held myself there for just a second while my cock released all I had deep into her. I loved this position and this look. I loved being RIGHT HERE!

When I pulled out, I turned her (gently) onto her back again and lowered myself down between her legs to rest upon her body. I put my elbows on the bed and wrapped my hands around her head to stroke her hair. My body surrounded her fully.

That’s when I looked square in her eyes and told her, “Marie, you are the love of my life and I am proud to be your husband. I love you so much! Happy Birthday my good girl!”

And I kissed her deep and passionately.

While we could’ve stayed her for a long time. I knew we had to start the day. So I pulled us both up off the bed, and I asked, “okay, so, you ready to truly start the day? To have an amazing birthday??”

She said, “well Sir, i think it’s already gotten off to an amazing start… except of course that you didn’t allow me to orgasm when you did……. [insert pouty face here] …… But honestly, i’m not too sure about the rest of today since i’m not entirely sure what to expect!”

I knew she was nervous. She’s not used to not knowing anything at all. So I gave her a bit of reassurance by saying, “Don’t worry. You will get to orgasm plenty! Just do as you are told and the rest of this day will be A-M-A-Z-I-N-G!”

That’s when I told her to get in the shower. And she was to ensure every bit of hair from her neck down, excluding her arms of course, was shaven away clean.

Marie asked, “is there anything particular i should wear today?”

And I responded with, “it will be laying on the bed when you are out of the shower.”

TO BE CONTINUED AGAIN……

OKAY my friends – So just writing this, i can tell i got myself wet between the legs. i know i can’t (and i won’t) touch myself…. because that is one of my rules. But maybe i can convince David to do it…. maybe! 😉

Hugs,

Marie

107 – One Year (and a Day) ago.

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One year (and one day) ago, i wrote post #39 about Domestic Discipline – in life. And i think it’s interesting that i was thinking about life, marriage, DD, etc this morning…. one year (and a day) later. So it got me to reflecting back and comparing the past or the present.

So after rereading that blog and i see how things have changed…. AND stayed the same. There’s a lot of both!

Just to make it easy to know what i’m referring to, and without flipping back and forth, here’s a screenshot of how it started……

Starting at the top, if i were to write those same paragraphs now, with TODAY’s opinions (but same gist)….. this is how the post would NOW go……..

i know i almost always talk about our lifestyle with reference to sex…..and spanking….. while that can and sometimes is a big part of it, it really isn’t JUST that. It’s more than that. In fact, it’s a daily activity. It’s something that never stops.

Ultimately i’d say that our Domestic Discipline (DD) life is more about showing respect and kindness than anything else. Especially from me to David, but it definitely goes in reverse too. And while this is something that everyone should do, but people frequently just don’t. (In fact, i think the world could use more of it … but that’s a whole other post altogether!)

Before DD, David would frequently tell me that i don’t “respect” him. i always thought i did, and in fact, i still think that. But now i know what i didn’t do then, but do now, is SHOW it to him. i speak with gentler and kinder words now than i ever did before. Instead of saying things like, “Will you take out the trash?” i now say something more like, “i would love it if you’d take the trash to the garage when you could, please Sir.” That’s not tremendously different, but it IS different. i make a point to let him know how much i would LOVE his help. But i don’t assume i’ll get it. Whereas before, i assumed he would do it so my words were more of a commandment than a question.

And i also ask with a “please.” Because ultimately it is his decision to do (or not) do it and please is the word to ASK for help, rather than just assume it is there. Where before DD, i just expected him to do it and while i’d word it in the form of a question, it was more of an expectation and a command rather than a true question. Now, it is truly a question, and while i am hopeful (and it is probable) that he will help, i know he might not. And if he doesn’t, i have to be ok with his decision too.

Now it’s really in the second paragraph (referring to the screenshot above from a year ago) that i see the biggest differences from then to now. And paragraphs 2 &3 are essentially the same, just more detail really. So here is today’s version…….

i used to say i would be much stricter than Sir. i know that we are really in sync now though… most days anyway. He’s grown in the last year as the leader of our house, and has ultimately gotten stricter. But i have also grown in my submission to him and more accepting of his leadership too. So we have effectively met in the middle! We both know the expectations… and consequences…. quite clearly. And he’s not afraid or shy or otherwise reserved to implement the consequences either.

(i think it’s maybe a tad hard to read all italics all the time, so i’m going to flip back to standard font, but otherwise, simply continuing on…..).

Some (even “many”) DD relationships have written rules. While we have rules, they aren’t written. We don’t have an official contract or signed agreement. While i can certainly see the benefit of this, when we first started this, neither of us knew what we wanted. i’d even say that at the time, this lifestyle was likely more of an experiment than a lifestyle. And while we may have had intentions of it being a lifestyle, it may have been like other things (diet and exercise for example), that you start strong and it fades away. So putting rules or an agreement in place wasn’t really possible, when all we had was a pen and a blank piece of paper in front of us. So you might say we had to experiment a bit first to find the right fit.

And perhaps it was the lack of a contract that has caused us to have a bit of a rocky start too…..where i thought he should be more strict and he didn’t think i even knew what i was asking for. But with or without a contract, in any good marriage of any lifestyle preference, communication is key.

We don’t always get it right…. no one does though. But we do strive to have effective communication always. Sometimes i struggle to find the right way to speak in a submissive tone, especially when i am stressed, angry, or adamant about a topic. This too is a learning process for both of us and likely always will be.

The biggest area of communication that causes the most strife for us typically starts with David speaking to me where he uses words that sound like i have a choice. The problem lies when i can’t tell if it is a true choice or not. Instead of telling me to do something, he might phrase it where it is optional.

For example, if we were to be having dinner out at a restaurant, David might say something like, “I think you need to get ready to go.” Now that’s not too confusing. While worded like a thought or his opinion, it’s really him informing me to go do it. This is especially true if i knew we were having dinner out. But say i was intending to wear what i had on at that moment out, what does that mean now? i thought i WAS ready, but now he is clearly indicating he doesn’t think so.

So now i have worked to communicate, in a respectful tone, my confusion. i’d probably say something like, “Please Sir could you use more direct words? i am not understanding your intentions.”

And he might would then say, “You are dressed too casual for the restaurant we are going to. You should wear pants (or a dress) rather than the shorts you have on.”

Now it’s clear to me. And i will get up and go change. Right then. I’d do it right then because that too shows respect. i find his directive something of importance to be followed RIGHT THEN and he appreciates that. So in this case, actions speak louder than words in expressing my respect towards him.

So back to the contract part…. we didn’t draft one at the start because we didn’t even know what it might would contain. And now, it kinda seems unnecessary. i know the rules. Again, they aren’t written, but like anything in life … you figure out what you can/can’t do or what you should/shouldn’t do. So my rules are ultimately still very clearly me.

i am to: be respectful, use kind words, never assume he will do something just because i ask, make my body available to him when he wants, do not touch myself in a sexual way without his permission, do not assume his body is available to me without asking permission, and orgasms have to be allowed (i have to ask first!) before i do so. And if these things are not done, expect consequences….. or said plainly: punishment…. in various forms, but primarily spanking.

And again, David isn’t afraid to enforce the rules. Nor is he remorseful about enforcing the rules. He will say something like, “You knew what to do. You didn’t do it. You know the consequences. So I’ll administer that now. And it will be over and done.”

Because ultimately, i’d tell you that while he enforces things, it’s the submissive who has control….. control to do as we have both agreed. Or to accept the consequences. i still have a lot of control, even though it may not seem like it at first.

So in reflecting from One Year (and a Day) ago to today…. i’m happy to say this IS a lifestyle, and also happy to say that i am NOT more strict than David. And instead, David is firmly in control. And always prepared to administer punishment if i don’t make wise decisions. And i love my discipline life!

The more things change….. the more they stay the same!

Hugs,

Marie

106 – Sometimes Submission Hurts.

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More backstory…..About the Worst Spanking Everrrrr.

i heard your concern. And i truly love all of you for feeling comfortable enough to express yourself.

But i think maybe i need to share more with you about what led up to The Worst Spanking Everrrr too. Because context is everything and frankly, i just am not sure i have given you enough.

i always debate how much backstory to give, how much is enough or not enough. i always worry i will bore you (and me too!!) with all these unnecessary tedious details. So sometimes, and this may have been one of those times, some of the details are NOT unnecessary and NOT tedious …. so here goes…..

Did you happen to notice i didn’t give you a lot of info about our vacation? YES it went well. YES what i said was true. i just didn’t go into a lot of detail either……until now…..

Soooo while we stayed in someone else’s house and with our son there too, we knew the discipline would be nonexistent. And i also knew from prior experiences that while David TALKS a lot about keeping a list, tracking the transgressions, making amends upon return…. he almost never follows through.

And i knew it. So every time something happened on vacation that i didn’t like or agree with, i told him. Quite plainly. Quite intentionally. Quite literally….. to test him.

Ok, so that last bit….. testing him….. that was raw and it hurt to type it. i wish i hadn’t said some of the things i did while on vacation. And i was MUCH more bold at the start than at the end. But what’s done is done!

At the start of the week, i was bold and proud and stated what i wanted to in any way i wanted! And he would say, “watch it” and i said “ok”. And he’d say, “I mean it!” And i’d say, “Yes Sir.” But it didn’t deter me. Not really anyway.

This pattern of “edgy – not-so-submissive” attitude and behavior continued. i knew i was playing with fire, but like a fire…. i expected it would eventually flame out and by the time we were home, it would be nothing more than ash.

Since i haven’t given you even one example of what i’m talking about, let me give you one now….

And i was reminded of this particular one because of the word “fire”…….

The people’s home that we stayed in had an outdoor hot tub and fire pit next to one another. We went and got stuff to make s’mores. And i asked David to find out about how to start the fire pit (gas, logs, etc). But he didn’t. And the next day, i said, “we want to do this and you should see about asking today!” He (again) warned me to watch the tone. And i said, “ok.”

Later that day, he started the fire and told us. But our son and i were playing a board game at the time (that easily could have been paused!) and i just said, “ok, we will finish this first.”

And he said, “The fire will go out soon if you don’t get out here and do this.”

i responded, “well fine then!” (In a sarcastic tone). And we went outside.

Then after s’mores, he cleaned up all the remnants (wrappers, extra supplies), and put out the fire while we got in the hot tub. i don’t remember even thanking him, and being honest, i was wondering why he was taking the time to get water and douse the fire logs to put out the fire (100%). i thought it unnecessary since the fire pit was a brick/stand alone put and it seemed a waste of time. ………. (Never mind the fact that “IF” it was needed and NOT done, the whole house could’ve burned down! So the real risk was NOT putting out the entire fire, compared to taking a few trips to get cups of water to fully extinguish the flames.)

Just to put a bit of “good” in this post…. here’s a picture of the sunset view we had that night…. from the hot tub…… (isn’t it absolutely beautiful????)

Now i know that wasn’t such a “terrible” situation but it wasn’t anywhere near “great” either. i was sassy and showed no respect for David. Equally, i also didn’t even appreciate the fact that he not only asked (the homeowners) about the fire …. but he actually went and started it too! And then put it out. And then allowed me and our son to sit and relax in the hot tub too.

And after that attitude and behavior are repeated over and over …. all week long…… it adds up.

And again, i was more or less … testing him. But again, i didn’t figure the Fire would be even be a lit when we were home, so i gave no concern!

Like before, with my previous Post, i guess i haven’t still given you a bunch of examples or specifics. But like before too, i don’t know if all that is necessary or not. If you think it IS necessary to have those details, go ahead and ask!

Then when we were leaving the airport to head home in our vehicle, it seemed David was driving unnecessarily aggressive. i think he was just ready to be home. So i said, “we aren’t in a rush. You need to slow down. This is aggressive driving and not necessary.”

He just glared at me at me and said, “quite enough!”

So i didn’t exactly slip back to submissive ways upon arriving back home! And while what i observed about his driving was indeed true, i didn’t say it at all kind! And our son heard it too. So i didn’t set any sort of positive/good example either!

And just like that… We were home….. and no punishment happened.

It seemed i was right…. the fire had died and only the ash remained. As usual. Per always. No big deal.

There’s NO burn from just ash!

Except it was….. A big deal…..To Me! i didn’t think that’s how it should go. If he isn’t going to follow through, then why waste the breath to say the words? Why even start the fire?? And if you are, then just use that breath to blow it out right then and there!?!

Then you come to yesterday…….

i have told David in (a few) words here and there that i don’t want all the golf lessons. But not very directly or clearly.

i went out to the course with an attitude. i knew it when i got in the car! And it showed itself when i was warming up. And he warned me then.

If you remember, that was when he said he’d take me to the woods and spank me then and there. And i called his bluff. i knew he wouldn’t do it! And i told him so!

So when i blamed him on the course for me having a bad putt…. and he KNEW that i knew to watch the tone and attitude and he had ALREADY WARNED ME!

THAT was when he got angry. And THAT was when he took action. And THAT was when he told me to walk home.

Now ….. i feel like you need a bit of my backstory/thoughts on this too……

We have a LONG history of getting mad at one another and leaving/walking away. Instead of me just doing it (or him just doing it), this time he tested me. i had tested him for over a week and now he was testing me.

He wanted to see how stubborn i was going to be. OR would i submit. Would i actually listen!?!

Additionally, i asked him to help me get into shape and Exercise. And what he didn’t tell me was that he planned all along to quit playing golf longgggg before i was home and to pick me up. Because he wasn’t having any fun at that point either. But he didn’t tell me that…. because again, it was a test. For me. To see what level of difficulty or attitude he was really dealing with. But in the meantime, i would walk (a bit!) and get the exercise i would get anyway.

And when he picked me up, the part i didn’t tell you before…. because i truly never know what detail(s) are enough, too much, just right……

i didn’t jump in the car immediately. He drove beside me and stopped. And i kept walking. He moved up and stopped. And that’s when he said, “Are you getting in?”

And i gave the biggest smart ass answer of all. i said, “i dunno. You haven’t given me permission to get in!”

That’s when he got Reallyyyyy angry. He said, “get in the car now or you will be walking all the way home!”

But it took my own self-talk of, “don’t be stubborn. Just get in the damn car!” To actually get me in the car. So i did.

By the time we got home…. ALL of these things had piled up between us. And neither of us had to speak because we both were angry. We both knew that the way i have been acting is inappropriate.

The fire was NOT just ash… it was flaming high! And my bottom was about to touch it!

He has NO problem listening to me speak …. when i do it in the right way. But the way i’ve been doing it poorly for 10-days now. Even i know, it wasn’t respectful or kind….. and most definitely not submissive!

So maybe that helps you to understand WHY i never saw any of this as extreme. It was overdue actually. It was necessary actions by him that were brought on by me.

SOMETIMES SUBMISSION HURTS.

Sometimes it is not so glamorous. And the pain is real. But submissiveness, in our house, isn’t JUST erotic and sexy. Sometimes it is, but sometimes… it’s not. And it isn’t just INSIDE our house either. But that’s how i’ve acted about it. That’s how i’ve treated it lately especially.

So sometimes, my mind needs a reset by causing my ass to be sore.

And that’s when submission can truly hurt! My ass is still sore but my attitude is infinitely better!

Even so…. i am OK! In fact, i’m better than ok!

And when i played with the Fire…. i got burned. A real butt-burner indeed!

Hugs,

Marie

105 – Worst Spanking Everrrrrrrrr

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i now know the intensity to which Sir can swing the paddle!

i did not realize how much i have underestimated his commitment to enforcing the lifestyle we have with him being (truly) in control. Until today.

And that makes you ask, “what happened?” Ok, i’ll tell you how i got here….. “here” being sitting ever-so-cautiously on my ever-so-reddened-and-already-bruised-ass! (It hurts SO bad just sitting right now! It is throbbing and i am SO very aware of it with every breath!)

(NO, that photo is NOT me…. but it probably should have been. And it almost was. And my ass is currently redder than that one is too!)

A little bit of backstory……

When we met, he taught me how to play golf. That was almost 25-years ago. He always has been and always will be better than i am. We both know this, and it’s all good and we regularly play together.

Because he taught me to play, he continues to “teach” me ……all the time…. and i don’t accept it (anymore) as graciously as i should or used to. Oh sometimes i like it even now, and i used to always like it… back when i still endeavored to play better. But now, i am to the place that i have a good “enough” game that i know i can play with anyone, so i can just want to go have fun!

So with the “help” that Sir (continually) offers, i feel like every decision i make… club choice, stance, target, alignment, swing, follow through, and …..my attitude…. is under a microscope and all of this takes the fun out of it. Again, at this point in my life and skill set, i just go out to have fun and enjoy the friendship with Sir and others we play with too. And i truly don’t care about improving.

i have considered quitting the game altogether, but i keep thinking i will find a way to tell him, “i just want to have FUN! Please Sir talk about something – anything – except for how to improve my game.” If i could do that, i would still be able to go out to enjoy the game and time together with my Sir. But i continue to fail in this endeavor.

And today’s failure was epic!

We went out this morning and were playing with some friends. This is all good.. so far anyway.

When we were still warming up, he offered some “help,” and i said, “i got this.” And i guess i said it too aggressively or annoyed or something because he came back at me and said, “Don’t test me! You know you are to submit! If you don’t, I won’t hesitate to take you in the woods and use my belt on your ass!”

i said, “Yes Sir” out loud…..

But THEN a minute later i added, “While i heard what you said, i truly don’t think you’d do that. You aren’t going to embarrass either of us in front of all these people or make an awkward moment for our friends.”

And he asked me, “Are you testing me?”

To which in my head, i thought, “Indeed i am! i truly don’t think you’d do any of that! So why even say things we both know aren’t true or really EVER going to happen!?!??”………

But out of my mouth, i said, “No Sir.” (i do keep my mouth shut sometimes! But not often! Lol)

And with that, we were off to the first hole. Then it was on the 3rd hole, is when the real problem occurred!

i was about to putt when he said, “It’s uphill.” (Meaning, hit it a bit harder.) And i thought, “Ignore it. Just have fun.”

But that’s when i slammed the putt and sent the ball wayyyyyyyyyy past the hole. That’s when i looked at him and said, “Yes, i knew it was uphill.” And while the rest of our group heckled me for hitting the ball into another state, David was angry.

As we got back into our cart, he said, “Do not EVER speak to me that way again. It was completely unnecessary and uncalled for!”

To which i responded, “Yes Sir.”

And while i was silent then on, it went downhill from there. A few holes later, after we had sat in complete silence…..he said, “You need to walk home. Now!”

So while i was COMPLETELY angry and did NOT think this was necessary…. i did as i was told. i reallyyyyyyyy wanted to tell him that this was extreme and uncalled for. But i didn’t. i didn’t say a word at all actually, and got out of the cart and started walking. It was probably a 1/2 mile back to the clubhouse, and we live 6-miles from the club too. i did NOT want to do this but i also knew i had to! And i decided that by the time i would be home, not only would i get my steps in for the day, but i would have worked out this anger too.

When i was gone about 5-minutes (not long), Sir texted me and said, “Do not EVER blame me again for something you did!”

Well…….. i knew i should’ve simply said, “Yes Sir” and left it alone. But i didn’t (🤭). Instead, i said, “i heard you the first time and i said ‘Yes Sir’ then and i was silent afterward. And then you tell me to walk home.” (Yeah… i know…. not smart!)

He wrote, “Yes I did! And do you have an issue with that?”

Again, the right answer would be, “No Sir” and be done… but nah…. that’s not my style….. sooooooo….. i wrote……

“YES i do! i did as i was told, yet, you are still mad and taking it out on me!”

And he wrote, “So you are refusing to submit?”

i wrote back, “So i AM doing as told, and i AM walking home. But YES, i do have an issue with it!”

And that’s when i just “had to add”……

“and when i pass out on the road – you have only yourself to blame!”

Yeah, i know…. i was COMPLETELY out of line…. but hey…. go big or go home…. oh, wait, i WAS going home! 🤣🤣🤣

And we texted no more.

i probably walked a mile from the course when he pulled up beside me. And i got in and we drove home in complete silence. (i was pretty grateful when drove up because i was pretty concerned if i’d be able to walk ALL the way home without bodily damage… aka: blisters, heat stroke, severe aches/pains. There IS a reason i want to Exercise… but three days in, i’m NOT in good shape…, yet!)

When we pulled in the driveway, he said, “Go inside and Assume The Position Immediately.”

And i did as i was told. Still in complete silence.

He came in and picked up the paddle and wasted NO time in getting to the point.

WHACK!

WHACK!

WHACK!

Three in a row. NO warm up AT ALL! All with such intensity that i was already cringing and moving around.

WHACK!

WHACK!

Five before he said a word! He asked me, “what makes you think that you only have to submit to me inside our home? “

WHACK!

“Why do you regularly test me and my authority when we leave home??”

WHACK!

“Do you think you are in charge and can only submit when YOU want to?”

WHACK!

Eight in. He never let up long enough for me to respond, so i wasn’t sure if i should try. But i was hyperventilating and felt the tears welling up. He has never hit with such intensity before. i was in shock and surprise.

While we DO have safe words and i debated using it today, i KNEW i HAD to accept this punishment in all that he would administer. So i know now that i will NEVER use those safe words. i don’t need to. i AM already safe. i trust Sir implicitly. i know he will give me what i need and deserve. i also know he will never abuse the power we have both agreed belongs to him. And i will always submit to everything he gives me!

WHACK!

When will it be over? Should i speak now? We’re all those questions rhetorical? We both know the answers already anyway!

WHACK!

Ten. Maybe that’s all.

He said, “Do you know who is in charge?”

This time, i did respond, “Yes Sir. You are.”

“Do you intend to submit 100% of the time from now on?”

“Yes Sir.”

WHACK!

Crap… more. i can barely breath or talk and the tears are in my eyes. How many more??

That’s when he stood me up and hugged me for a good long time….. fully until i was able to breathe again and completely calm. Then he said, “we are done. But you’ll do better in the future. Correct?”

“Yes Sir.”

And i put my head down and walked to the bathroom to shower and truly/completely recover.

That’s when i thought it was over…… And i was wrong!

He came in about 5-minutes later. i was still in the shower yet. And he said, “I didn’t get the impression you were truly remorseful. We may need to start all over.”

And he left.

That was confusing. Now what? Do i re-Assume The Position or not? Please no! My ass stings so badly and the shower water feels like it is spanking me too as i clean it!

But i got out of the shower, went to him, and said, “i am remorseful, but if you don’t think i have acted so, i will submit to a repeat session.”

And he looked me square in the eye and said, “I think we do! Let’s go! Right NOW!”

And he followed me in the bedroom. And we repeated it!

WHACK! WHACK! WHACK! WHACK! WHACK!

And just like that… the hyperventilating and tears returned.

After FIVE more and no pause or words in between, he said, “why did you slink off to the shower? You didn’t seem remorseful but rather still angry. Inappropriate!”

As i was trying to breathe, unsure if another lick was about to fall, and trying to compose myself and thoughts enough to speak…. i said, “i was feeling surprised, humiliated, and trying to stay out of more trouble by just keeping my head down.”

WHACK! WHACK! WHACK!

“WHO is in control?”

“You are Sir!”

WHACK! WHACK! WHACK!

“WHO?”

“You Sir. i’m so sorry Sir.”

WHACK!

“Say it again!”

“You are in control Sir and i am sorry Sir.”

Breathe….. prepare for another…. it isn’t coming…. he isn’t speaking….. wait….. breathe slower…. get a grip…..no more are falling, i think maybe it’s over….. this is a long pause….. i am nervous. But i WILL SUBMIT and simply wait!

He stood me up and looked at me.

i looked him in the eye and said, “i am sorry Sir. Thank you for the discipline and your leadership.”

He then said, “I now believe you are remorseful. Why didn’t you apologize the first time?”

“i was embarrassed. And surprised at your intensity. And at your commitment to being in charge. And i wasn’t sure how to respond exactly.”

“In the future, you look me in the eye and you thank me. You don’t slink off or put your head down. Or else we will repeat the punishment again and again until you do.”

“Yes Sir. i love you Sir.”

And he hugged me, and said, “I love you too!”

And it was (finally) over.

And now my ass is more sore than it has EVER been. It hurts to walk, sit, or stand. It is bruised. And it’s no wonder, with 24 very hard and fast whacks in a span of about 20-minutes.

i have NO doubt it will hurt still tomorrow too!

But… it’s over. And it’s ok. i am OK!

i actually respect him more. He is indeed in control. And i have NO doubt he will do what it takes to ensure order remains inside AND out of our house too!

Final words….. so while i names this post “worst spanking ever”…. ,Anne it was the “BEST spanking ever” because we had a break through. A lot changed today….namely: my perspective. And appreciation. And respect. For David. My Sir.

If i had any doubt before, i have NO doubt now……. he is indeed my Sir. And i will always very happily submit to him!

Final (final) words…. to DOMINANTS…… while i can’t speak for all submissives, it is my opinion that we respect you MORE for taking control and doing what needs to be done. Instead of giving a pass, letting something slide, or shying away from discipline altogether. Remember…. many of us, including me, asked you to implement this lifestyle. We know what we signed up for. Please do! Embrace it. Go all in!

And that’s how i feel…. more respect now than ever…. at least until the next time i sit down. JJ. Lol.

Hugs,

Marie

104 – Complete work of fiction. #1

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………But i do hope that it has a chance of becoming a reality!

My last post was about a commitment to Exercise and (hopefully) losing weight. And right after i hit “publish,” i started speculating about the idea of “why a punishment for not doing good? Why not a reward for doing right?”

So that got me thinking, “Would a reward be better than a punishment? And if so, what would be a good (enough) reward that would incentivize me to stick with it the long-haul?”

That’s when i decided BOTH would be appropriate. In the short-term = punishment. In the long-term = reward.

And since the long-term is intended to end on/about my 50th birthday, what would i want as a birthday present AND reward for embracing Exercise with gusto?!?!

That’s when it hit me… to fulfill my ultimate fantasy…… so the rest of this is (mostly) from Sir’s perspective (you will know the difference!) and what i’d want him to do to reward me……… (gets long, but i want to get the whole thing on paper the way i see it in my head!)

LEADING ALL THE WAY TO MY BIRTHDAY….

I was impressed at how well she’s stuck to the goals of exercise and weight loss. Anytime she’s set her mind to something, she usually accomplishes it. But of course in this case, it hasn’t hurt that I have also punished her (severely) along the way to ensure she stays the right course too! It hasn’t required too many severe punishments for her to realize I was indeed serous about helping her reach this goal!

Don’t misunderstand, I’ve always loved her… no matter what she weighed or how in shape she was (or was not). And my love won’t change! But this was her idea and I said I’d help her to achieve it ….. so I have! I won’t deny she looks hotter than ever now with less weight and more muscle, but as I said before, I’ve always loved her no matter what.

She also knows I’ve been planning a big surprise reward birthday party for her to celebrate her 50th in style. I haven’t really given her too much information for almost 13-months now, except to tease her with hints. But as it gets closer, I’ve told her more and more. Today I said, “so, it’s almost your birthday and you are on track to meet your goals. I have the perfect birthday present for you!”

With a roll of the eyes, she said, “Yes, i know. You’ve been teasing me for months now!”

I didn’t like her tone so I reminded her to watch how she spoke and rolled her eyes at me! And then I continued, “Because our son isn’t going home and your birthday falls ON Thanksgiving….. I’ve decided that YOU will be what we feast upon!”

She looked at me completely confused and maybe if I read her right, a little bit of fear.

I answered her unspoken questions, “Yes! YOU will be our main course for the day! Oh we will make sure you eat as well, but honestly, that will be the least of your concerns that day!”

She just looked at me with inquisition and said, “WE Sir???”

“Yes, WE!”

I continued, “For several months now, I’ve been interviewing men of all ages, sizes, shapes, and colors. And I’ve captured the right mix of each who will be satisfied by YOU on that day. And of course, you’ll also be SO happy because it will indeed be a birthday you’ll NEVER forgot!”

Marie asked, “How many men Sir?”

I told her, “well, I can’t give away ALL the surprises! But just know, you’ll spend most of that day naked, being used, testing your submissiveness and of course also your new strength and endurance!”

TO BE CONTINUED……..

OKAY friends …. i decided to end this right here. i’ll post #2 and maybe even #3 soon…. but you’ll have to be patient and wait. ❤️

And as an update on the exercise front….. i “only” got to 5,500 steps yesterday and that was because i went for a 2-mile walk. Today, i have already hit 10,000 steps and the day isn’t over…. also with a 2-mile walk as well.

i did go buy new walking shoes though because the bottom of my feet already feel like they are rubbed a bit raw (like trying to form a blister …. on the bottom!).

As we were going to bed last night, David said, “Since it is Day 1, you had a decent start. But starting tomorrow (now “today”) you need to get to 10,000 steps or I will take action. When i asked for clarity what might the “action” be, he said, “I think I’ll ask you what is the step count sometime close’ish to bedtime, and if you haven’t reach the 10k, then you’ll have exactly 2-minutes to get your ass in the car.”

i looked with clear confusion on my face and said, “the car?”

He said, “Yes. And depending on how far off the step count you are will depend on how far away I drive. And when I stop, you’ll get it and walk home. I’ll stay closer enough to ensure you are walking home and safe, but far enough away that you won’t be able to get in the car either. You might not even see me at all. Hopefully I don’t have to use this ‘encouragement’ too often.”

When i asked of it would be “just enough” to get over the 10k steps and he laughed and said, “oh no! Most definitely farther. It will make you wish you’d just gotten the 10k and been done!”

Then i asked, “what if i’m not able to get myself in the car in 2-minutes…. like maybe i am not dressed, shoes, or move quick enough?”

And he had raised eyebrows when responding with, “do you really want to go there with this line of questioning??”

“No Sir.”

“I didn’t think so!”

So i either walk 10k steps on my own…. or a WHOLE lot more with “help”. i did indeed ask for severe and harsh punishment…. and i have already said that Me and Exercise are NOT BFF’s……. yet!

Hugs!

Marie