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157 – The Party on Saturday night

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This past Saturday we had my co-workers over to our house for a Christmas party. (Please NO comments about covid, a group gathering, masks, etc… it was my choice to invite them, they all knew the numbers AND the people who were invited AND the risk…. and yet they came anyway. Choices matter.)

Anytime we have hosted any party, ever, i get super stressed beforehand. i tend to worry about getting things made just “perfect”.. having enough food, the lay out of where to set things, enough chairs, the dogs bothering people, people mixing/mingling and having a good time.

i love the idea of hosting a party…. and we do an amazing job of it…. but … i tend to not actually enjoy any of it because i am too busy worrying, stressing, and scurrying around that i (mentally) miss most of it.

And David hates it. Not the party itself, but the way i freak out. Which usually causes us to bicker, snap at one another, or even fight beforehand.

i know i do it and i know he hates it. But i can’t control it either.

Well… i talked to David about it early-early on Saturday morning. And he happened to say, “so what can we do to change that outcome?”

This is the single question that has triggered the idea and ultimate discussion about me opening up my creative mind and telling him, “if i were in charge….”.

So i thought about it, and that’s when he was headed out to play a few holes of golf, and he said to text him my answer.

This is what i texted to him then:

As i think about your question and what we could do about me stressing out today, i hear an entire conversation in my head between us. I’ll share it with you now.

You say to me, “every time we have an event, you tend to get stressed, think you have to take over and be in charge, and you get bossy. You think that you can control the outcome of the party by controlling all aspects of it. I’ve never liked it and this time we are going to do it differently.”

You continued, “Today… we will be doing a lot of maintenance. Every hour, I will set a timer to go off at the top of the hour. When it goes off, you will immediately and without question, go to the bedroom and assume the position.

That’s when I will come in and spank you. You should expect that it WILL hurt! Every time!

I will give you 20-swats at each session. There will be no warm up. And between each one you will count and say ‘One Sir. Thank you Sir.’ And when we get to 20, we will be done until the next hour. Do you understand?”

Me, “yes Sir. How many hours will we do this?”

You, “until I decide you’ve learned how to not be bossy.”

You, “Additionally, please know that you will NOT be sexually touched or get to cum today. This is long overdue maintenance and intended to put myself in charge and you to submit. Not for you to be pleasured.”

“Finally, you will make a butt plug ready for me to insert. I intend to put it in at some point near the end of the maintenance sessions but you may end up being spanked with it in at some point as well. And you will likely wear it through the end of the party as a constant reminder that you are NOT to be bossy at any point!”

Me: Yes Sir. Thank you for your leadership and taking the time to spank me today.

After writing that to him, i waited for a response.

His only words back were, “I like that.”

Now what REALLY happened was…….

When David got home from golf a bit later, i was busy putting out plates, silverware, and the like, when he said, “let’s start that maintenance now. Go Assume the Position and I will be there in a bit.”

Me: Yes Sir. And i did.

That position he always wants me in to be spanked is….

– No clothes (at all), feet on the floor, spread shoulder width apart, bent over onto the bed from the waist up,

– head facing the bed or a pillow, palms facing down onto the bed, and with my arms laying up above my head,

– most importantly – the paddle resting in the small of my back.

As the way our bed sits, my back is then to the door. i hear the door open, but i can not see it or him. But i know he’s there.

His words upon seeing me in position were, “Now that’s my good girl! Exactly the way things are supposed to be.”

Because he is still in control and my Sir, he didn’t spank me the way i described above in the text. Instead, he did some small “love pats,” or warm-up swats. i received around 50 of them. While a few were slightly more powerful, not even one had any real force behind it. That said, the sting was felt and definitely made the impact Sir was seeking for it to do. It achieved the goal in no time at all.

The sting of the paddle hitting the same (general) area 50-times starts to build and it turns my butt very hot and very red. But these types of swats usually do not cause ANY bruising whatsoever, and is very impactful (mentally AND physically!)

While giving me this spanking, he did not make me count. Rather the opposite. He talked to me………

He said, “You don’t need to stress.” (Smack).

“You know it does nothing useful.” (Smack).

“You aren’t in control, I am.” (Smack).

“You need to trust that I am in control too.” (Smack).

“For the rest of the day, if you are stressing out, you need to stop and breathe. And slow yourself down.” (Smack).

“If I see you stressing today, I am going to first give you a warning. I suggest you heed it.” (Smack).

“Because if you start to stress today, or tonight at this party, and you don’t get yourself under control, I will assert my control instead and get you under control myself.” (Smack).

“We both know this is effective. Don’t we??” (Smack)

[i responded. “Yes Sir.]

“I will make you come to the bedroom and we will repeat this as much as is needed.” (Smack).

“Don’t even think of testing me, because I WILL do it all day long and even tonight with guests in our home.” (Smack)

“You wouldn’t want your co-workers to wonder why you’ve disappeared and hear the paddle falling on your ass, would you?” (Smack)

“I will spank you all afternoon and night in order to make you slow down and regain your composure if i need to, but i believe this preemptive discussion will curb most of that behavior.” (Smack, SMACK)

“Don’t you think so too?” (Smack… smack… SMACK!)

Me: Yes Sir. Thank you Sir.

So while turning my ass a bright red, getting very warm to the touch, and talking aloud to me, i heard his message loud and clear.

i didn’t receive another spanking all day… or night! Thank Goodness. Because while he hasn’t actually done anything “Dom-like” in front of others, so i don’t know if he would have spanked DURING the party for all to hear, i feel like testing him on this isn’t a wise-move either!

i did receive a verbal warning at one point in the afternoon though. He said, “I’m detecting stress in your voice. Is that an accurate assessment??”

i hadn’t even noticed it, but his words weren’t lost on me. And he was right! i took a deep breath, exhaled slowly and said, “Yes Sir.”

He said, “Are you able to change that on your own?”

And i said, “i believe so.”

To which he responded, “Good Girl.”

And i did. And we were both pleased!

So while i started out in the morning telling him how i wanted him to dominate me, he did an even better job of taking my ideas and implementing the parts that he felt were needed and tailoring it to him!

This is an example of how i think we will operate in the coming days with me speaking up about how he could or should treat (dominate) me and how i should respond (submit).

By the way… the party was amazing. We had a great time! People were smiling and laughing and ……..happy. Something i haven’t seen a lot of this year.

We all need to find something good in 2020 or at least to be happy about, even if it’s simply that the 2020 year is coming to an end!

And for some of us, finding the happy is a real struggle! i get it. The last 6’ish weeks have been a real struggle and David/i have had more disagreements than we’ve had in several years combined!

But maybe we are turning it around and ending the year on a good and happy note. Scratch the word maybe in that last sentence. We ARE ending the year positively. i hope you can too!

Hugs,

Marie

150 – Sometimes… it doesn’t work

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Disclaimer… i started this post almost a week ago…. so the “tonight” was 5-days ago now…..

Like house smoked brisket green chile pizza with smoked paprika on it. (who does that really?)

But the other thing that doesn’t work… sometimes…. is D/s or DD. Sometimes, it just doesn’t.

i usually praise it. At how well it works. And it does. Until it doesn’t.

So i like to tell you about the times it works. That is positive, fun to talk about, and it creates an “all warm and fuzzy inside,” kind of feeling.

But that’s not real life, at least not 100% of the time anyway. So this post is going to be “real life” with you and tell you about how the lifestyle we have just doesn’t ALWAYS work. (But let’s be real, nothing in life “always” works, right?)

So now i’ll tell you about our night tonight… and tell you how our lifestyle hasn’t made things “all good” for us tonight.

In fact, as i write this, we are still officially in a fight. And i am about to head to sleep, in the guest room. i’d like to tell you i’m sad about this, but right now, i am still so mad i just can’t be sad. After i calm down, i will likely be in tears and be sad, because that’s what i do. But at this moment, i am honestly…. just mad… still.

So what happened anyway? And will this be ok?

i’ll answer the second one first… yes, this will be ok. In fact, it will be fine by tomorrow after we both calm down.

Back to the first question now…..

So David set up a date with a new couple. A first date. i wasn’t too crazy about going, mostly because i don’t do well on Friday nights. i am tired from a long week of work and after getting up early every day, i am mentally and physically just tired. So on Friday’s, i am ready to do “nothing at all.” Or something with “just” my family, where i put on NO airs whatsoever.

But i didn’t argue or disagree. i just got ready and we went. This was probably the first mistake though. i should’ve just said i didn’t want to go. But it felt like a party-pooper kinda thing to say or do, so i didn’t.

We went to a restaurant that i have never been to. The weather was nice, and we sat outside. Perfect. And it really was at this point. i tried to tell myself to just enjoy the evening. But i could tell i wasn’t in the right frame of mind. So i smiled and was just (relatively) quiet and let the others talk.

i was looking at the menu and everything from the drinks to the food was filled with descriptions that when i was done reading it, i felt like i had no “real” certainty of what anything would actually taste like. It was not a fancy place at all really, but let’s just say the menu-designer (or chef) used a lot of 50 cent words to make it fancier than was necessary.

Here’s an example: Green Chile Smoked Brisket oven fired pizza. Here’s what the menu says about it, “smoked house brisket | poblano salsa | goat cheese | roasted corn | smoked paprika.”

That’s a pizza! Who smokes paprika? And then puts it on a pizza? Where is the basic marguerita or pepperoni with mozzarella?

i don’t especially like to go “exotic” when it comes to my meals. i mean, i will try new stuff, but i have to have some confidence that i will end up with something i will want to eat and pay for too.

So now my sour puss mood got even more sour! Because i just wasn’t in the mood for all this “new stuff”.

The entire evening went like this. And as i listened to David tell them things that made us sound rich, famous, jet setting, trendy people, the more annoyed i became.

i felt like he was exaggerating for NO reason, except to either show off or want to be liked. Neither of which do i find attractive qualities in anyone. And so i continued to get even more annoyed.

At the end of the dinner, we parted ways, and the very minute we were in the car, David said, “what’s going on with you? You barely spoke.”

And i said, “well, sometimes you say things that i wonder about, and you said a lot of those things tonight.”

He said, “like what?”

So i told him, “sometimes i think maybe you say things that lead people to believe one way and it’s not exactly the truth and it bothers me.” And he said, “you need to stop now. I’m already getting irritated. I never lied about anything tonight. So just stop!”

i did. i stopped. But if truth be told, i think he got irritated because i think he didn’t like me calling him out on his behavior. And as i have told you before, most of the time… if it just doesn’t matter, its often better to keep your mouth closed. While i did stop, the proverbial cat was out of the bag.

As we approached the house, after sitting in silence for much of the ride home, he said, “is it time for a spanking?”

And i said, “No.”

He said, “Since when do you get to decide??”

i said, “since you ASKED, and i answered.”

And we proceeded to get into a yelling match from there. Because my tone was NOT submissive in ANY way. (At one point i yelled, “Don’t ASK if you don’t want an answer given! And while i will accept it, i will never volunteer for a spanking!”)

And i am STILL mad. But at least now we went from yelling to silent treatment. And i am ok with that!

Now this is where our dynamic has failed us tonight. Most of the time, we don’t fight. We talk rationally. And when that fails, i do get spanked – mostly for failure to yield.

But when we are both SO angry, like we are tonight, it is NOT a good time to spank. i probably wouldn’t accept it anyway, not with the right heart anyway. And he might not deliver it well either, and probably not with the right intention or leadership also.

This is where, had he indeed spanked me, i think we both would look back later and think it was unjust, improper, and (possibly) abusive.

Instead, i picked up my pillow and moved to the guest room……..With my iPad to be able to tell you all about it.

Disclaimer number two……Here is where i will finish this post “tonight,” in real time…..

i didn’t end up finishing that post because when i got that far, about 20-minutes into being in the guest room, David texted me and said, “I think you need to come back to our bed to sleep here with me.”

It was a test. And we both knew it.

i didn’t want to! i wanted to be mad. But i also knew i wouldn’t be mad forever, and why be stubborn just for the sake of it too??

So i texted back and said, “Yes Sir.”

And picked up my pillow and went back to our room. i got in bed and he said, “Good night. I love you.” And i said the same. That was all the words we spoke.

So with that, a truce and cease fire had been issued.

The next morning, we didn’t really say much. We said some, but really it was over and done.

In thinking about it now though….. in some ways, maybe our lifestyle dynamic did NOT fail us. While the “normal way” we do things didn’t go as usual, in the end, he was my Dom and told me to come to bed, and i was his submissive and complied.

So while he didn’t use force of the paddle, he did use his power of words. And i exercised my right to submit. It is a right and i do have a decision to make. And i still choose David as my Head or Household, dominant, Sir and husband.

So this week has been dull compared to this past weekend. And i am only now deciding this was “blog post worthy.” It took me several days of debating if i was going to broadcast that our dynamic failed us, we got into a huge fight, and i was doubting things for a hot minute there.

But in the end, our dynamic really has worked… just in an unexpected way.

And Friday maintenance is upcoming and eminent too! So maybe the paddle will collide with my rear soon enough!

Hugs,

Marie

118 – Labels… of the submissive type

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i have been exploring the idea of putting a “label” on my submission. i don’t know why exactly, but i think it’s because when you label something or someone, it makes it become more real to you. Like, when i say i have a red car…. you now know i drive a CAR (not a SUV, truck or minivan) and it is red. Now you can see it in your mind, and this is why they say a picture is worth a thousand words.

But since i can’t do research of what a specific submissive label LOOKS like, i’ve instead done research of what it SOUNDS like and am going to try it on for size to see if it FEELS like me. In doing all this research, i’ve come to realize just how many labels there are. Here i thought “submissive” was a label, and while it technically is… it’s apparently just a quite generic type of label too.

Like what do i mean? Well… there is the bratty submissive (which i did label myself already), the experimentalist submissive, the baby girl or middle submissive, exhibitionist submissive (which i realized i kinda already claimed also!), rope bunny submissive, non-monogamist submissive, the masochist submissive,… etc.

(“Well Forrest……. like I was sayin’, shrimp is the fruit of the sea. You can barbecue it, boil it, broil it, bake it, saute it. Dey’s uh, shrimp-kabobs, shrimp creole, shrimp gumbo. Pan fried, deep fried, stir-fried.”)

So i’d have to say i could probably put ALL those (listed above) particular submissive labels onto myself! But maybe a few just in a strangely defined way. (Stay tuned). But if i had to pick one…. uhm…. ok, time out….. WHY exactly do i need to pick just ONE?? i’m not sure that i can. And you can’t make me!

Seriously though…..since i already DID pick just one, the BRATTY SUBMISSIVE, i suppose that’s the one that i most associate with. But i’m not entirely sure that’s true either.

Before all this research, i’d tell you i was the Experimentalist Submissive (ES). One site describes the ES as:

“Experimentalists want to have tried it all. An open mind and an insatiable curiosity are their key features, and they will rarely form an opinion before they have gathered first hand experience. They often have plenty of fantasies and will actively pursue to try them out.”

Uh yeah… that definitely sounds like me….. in life AND in the bedroom too!

My mom used to tell me, “you know…. Curiosity killed the Cat.” In fact, i heard it so much that i began to respond back with, “well, its a good thing the cat has 9-lives then!”

And did you know that “Curiosity killed the Cat is only half of the saying?” The whole saying is: Curiosity killed the Cat, but satisfaction brought it back.

According to Wikipedia, “Although the original version was used to warn of the dangers of unnecessary investigation or experimentation, the addition of the rejoinder indicates that the risk would lead to resurrection because of the satisfaction felt after finding out. The resurrection element may be a reference to the multiple lives of a cat.”

Ok…. now we are getting somewhere! It all comes full circle!

i have always said (even on this site a time or two!), that people should have an open mind and be willing to try new things. How do you KNOW you don’t like something if you’ve never tried it?

We probably all heard as a kid when the peas were set out in front of us, “how do you know you don’t like it? You haven’t even tried it.” And i’m guilty of saying it to my kid a time or two too!

Well….. i have tried it. And peas are gross. Their consistency is as gross as their flavor, especially that inside. As soon as you bite into it, you have this squishy, mealy, pasty inside stuff on your tongue! Ugh…. blah… gag! Gross! Just gross!

But if you’ve never tried it, you wouldn’t know it from simply looking at them. Because their outside covering shows them as a simple, small, innocent-looking, solid round ball that just roll around on your plate.

Soooooo i try new things. While i have rode in a hot air balloon, i don’t just try exciting, thriller type things, but everyday things too…. like peas.

So much so my life-motto used to be, “i’ll try anything once.” But after awhile, i even knew that “once” may not be enough to try new things either! Maybe that one time was a bad experience. How would you know that unless you tried it again to compare?

Maybe the peas were overcooked and if they hadn’t been, their inside consistency would be different? So i know i didn’t like them the first time, but cooked differently i would have. (And i did… and peas are still gross!)

So now my motto is, “i try things at least twice, to confirm the first opinion was accurate.”

Experimentalist through and through! In everything!

So sure when i asked for D/s, i didn’t KNOW what i was getting into exactly. But i did know, i wanted to try it. i wanted to experiment!

i knew it wouldn’t hurt to try it (ok, so it DOES hurt but who knew!). and what we were doing at the time wasn’t working either. So what did i have to lose?!

And now, i try all sorts of things in the bedroom ….. no panties, no bra, corsets, chastity, anal plugs and anal sex ……… i bet you don’t have as much experience as me!

Now where a ES can get into trouble here is when he/she “tells” their Dom about all these things they want to try. The ES is merely trying to convey their fantasies and desires to experiment, but the Dom may just decide the ES isn’t “S” – submissive – at all. And trying to tell the Dom how do their part…. or… topping from the bottom!

It seems like the best thing for a ES would be a ED (Experimentalist Dom …..NO, i did not mean Erectile dysfunction — get your mind outta the gutter. Lol.).

But stop and ask yourself….. Have you even tried half of the things you say are awful or terrible? Next time you find yourself saying, “That’s bad” or otherwise having predetermined it’s not for you….. including the peas…. maybe you should stop and ask yourself, “have I even tried it at all…. Or twice to confirm?”

And if not….. try it!! Because you just might like it…. the way i like being submissive and i dare say… spanked too!

Hugs,

Marie

110 – Complete Work of Fiction. #4

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So i seriously teased you with thoughts of “the end” in the last post, so i won’t officially declare that just yet for this post being “the end” since maybe that was a tad mean of me last time. (sorry… not sorry!).

i did truly think it would be the end when i started Complete Work of Fiction #3, but by the end of that post, i knew i needed at least one more…. so… here’s the “at least one more” version…..

And like last time, if you hated already read part 1, part 2, and part 3 first… i suggest you should.

NAKED AND TIED TO THE KITCHEN TABLE, with 10 fully dressed people all surrounding me was humiliating, exciting, scary, but most of all… such a freaking turn on!

i knew that David had a great surprise in mind for me on my 50th birthday, that happened to land on Thanksgiving Day, but THIS was beyond my imagination for sure!

He offered all his guests a drink. i say “his” guests because i was essentially the entertainment really…. and while i am quite literally THE CENTER of attention, it was effectively his party. Or should i say, his “interview”!?!

After everyone had a drink in hand and had met one another, and greeted me, they gathered around the dining room table. (Even though i say that everyone “met” one another, they referred to themselves only be a number. The number that coincided with the order that they arrived at our house was how they referred to one another… #2, #3, 4 and so on. Of course they didn’t say Sir or Ma’am, that word was just reserved for me to use. But i found it intriguing that no one knew anyone else’s name and they never would either!)

David started speaking to the group by thanking them all for coming to our home, enjoying the day of Thanksgiving together, and in celebration of my birthday. He reminded them that while they were here to ultimately ‘interview’ to be a Second Dom/Domme for me, that he expected everyone to play nice together too. And if the urge struck to play with one another, as well as me, they could partake of those activities also. But everyone was to ultimately remember the focus of the day was giving thanks …. for me …. for having turned 50 so serendipitously on Thanksgiving that has provided an opportunity to gather today.

He continued, “If it seems that anyone should not be playing nice, or at the time that I decide you are simply not going to be our Second for any reason, I will politely ask you to leave. And the last person to remain at our home today will be deemed our Second. Trust me though, even if today’s party ends up being your only time to play with us, our hope and plan is that everyone will still have plenty of opportunity to leave here feeling quite full… in every way imaginable!”

And he continued, “As I mentioned when I first met each of you, I intend for the last person here, the one crowned our Second, to stay the rest of the weekend with us as well. It will be throughout the weekend that we would work out the complete details of how Marie will submit to us both and what expectations we will set for her….while putting her through her paces and getting to play with her all weekend long too! So for the Second, our celebration will most definitely NOT be ending today.”

Wow. So at the end of today, i will have a Sir and a Second. And an ENTIRE weekend to serve them both. What a grand start to this new relationship… and my 50’s! Just hearing Sir talk about all this SO wet between the legs already! i wonder if our guests can see or know this yet!

i’m pretty sure that was moment i reached sub-space already! And barely heard what he said next….

“So Marie is here to serve and be served today. As you can see, she’s presently on the table as our centerpiece. She’s been restrained so as to not be able to move until we allow it. The first thing we will do is have a meal together and we will just see where the day goes from here. Just remember she hasn’t eaten lunch yet either. So while you are busy filling her holes, be sure to fill her mouth occasionally with food and drink too. That’s the extent of where we will serve her, but everything else will be about her serving us! Otherwise, she is fully at our mercy and willing to serve us in any way we please. Isn’t that right my submissive slut wife?”

And i responded with, “Yes Sir.”

He looked around and said, “See! What’d I tell ya?” Since no one wanted to interrupt David, Sir #9 was the first to move when he raised his glass and said, “I can certainly drink to that!” And everyone laughed, agreed, and took a drink. And i thought about how bold and confident he was to be the first to speak.

Ma’am #10 said, “I may have been the last to arrive, but I have no intention of being the first to leave!” And she leaned in to me and said, “open your mouth Marie,” so i did as told. She proceeded to pour some of her drink into my mouth so i could also drink. But to make it fun, she had held the glass quite high above my head so the drink splattered a bit over my face and chest while some did get into my mouth also.

While smiling, she said in a very sly voice, “oh dear, look at the mess I’ve made! I guess I’ll have to be cleaning that up soon… with my tongue!” As she winked at me, a smile came over my face. She asked me, “Do you like that?” And of course i did, so i said, “Yes Ma’am. But i’ll like the clean up even more!” i could tell Ma’am #10 was here to impress. Serving her was going to be a challenge for sure! Challenge accepted! (Wink, wink)

That’s when David asked me, “Are you ready to be used today? And to submit? And to find our Second?”

i smiled and said, “Yes, of course Sir. More than ever! Thank you Sir!”

David looked at the guests and said, “See everyone! She’s already excited! Let’s make this a super fun-filled day for all!”

And they all clinked their glasses once more and took a deep swallow as i waited for what came next.

It certainly didn’t take long as one of the lady guests, Ma’am #7, said to David, “Can I kiss her now?”

David smiled and responded, “Most definitely! Let the party begin!”

She took a big swig from her glass before leaning in to kiss me. i opened my mouth to accept her kiss when she let the alcohol drip into my mouth and i swallowed it. It tasted so sweet and was immediately also followed by her tongue in a passionate kiss! When she pulled away i said, “Thank You Ma’am!” And she smiled a wicked smile at me, to which i knew could spell excitement or danger or both as the day progressed from here.

The Ma’am’s first move was the cue that others were waiting for too, so while she was still kissing me, i felt someone touch my clit with their fingers and had started to rub on it. And another had grabbed one of my pierced nipples and was twisting it taut. And yet another had put their lips to my other nipple and was sucking hard on it. i also felt ice touch my belly button while my leg was stroked and someone else started rubbing one of my feet while i felt a tongue touch the toes of my other foot.

There wasn’t a single part of me that seemed untouched at this moment.

i think everyone was starting to enjoy the “dessert” before the main meal. Or maybe i was the main meal and the turkey and dressing were just the side dishes! i didn’t rightly know, but i also didn’t care! i was already feeling used in the most beautiful and completely possible way and it felt amazing!

So it didn’t take long before i practically yelled out, “Sir, may i come?” David said, “Yes you may my love… as much as you want!”

That’s when Sir #3 unzipped his pants and climbed up on the table to stick his thick cock in my mouth. He said, “I am so fucking turned on by all of this. I’m going to give you some of my cum to fill your belly and maybe some turkey after that if you really are the good girl your Sir has said you are!” And he jammed his cock down my throat until i started to gag. His cock would definitely be something i’d always look forward to if he became our Second!

Perhaps it was this Sir’s mention of eating turkey that reminded them of the food on the table, but i heard a Ma’am’s voice ask someone to pass the corn, which lead to more talking and alighted too. Thats when i started to ear a steady stream of dishes clinking, glasses being filled, and silverware being used as everyone started to pass food to enjoy the meal …. while also enjoying ME too, all at once!

And from that moment on, at least one (and more!) of my holes seemed to always be filled, causing me to moan and beg for release. Absolutely no one had trouble eating, drinking, and having fun with me all simultaneously as clothes were shed and fun was had. Since David allowed me to cum freely, it happened so much, i lost count. My belly became full with food and drink, but also the natural juices that these Sirs & Ma’am’s rewarded me with as they released their orgasms down my throat too. And this was just the start of the day too!

Even if the only things they each got was a day of great food, thrilling fuckery, a lot of sex, and getting to Dom/Domme me for the day, i knew absolutely everyone would go away saying how absolutely A-M-A-Z-I-N-G and memorable this Thanksgiving had been for all. (And i’d also be rewarded with the lasting present of a Second to serve tomorrow and the next day and the next day too!)

That’s when i felt David’s presence by my head. He placed a a hand to gently stroke my left cheek as he brought his head down and whispered in my ear, “Happy 50th birthday my sweet, loving, submissive wife! The first 50 was nothing compared to the next 50 that I intend to provide to you… starting now!”

THE END

Or maybe not “the end”……. Maybe the next Complete Work of Fiction will take you into me serving my Sir AND my Second…. what happened over the weekend? who knows! Is my Second a male or female? Who knows that either?!

🎂🎂🎂🎂🎂🎂🎂🎈🎈🎈🎈🎈🥳🥳🥳🥳🥳🥳🎁🎁🎁🎁🎁

(Anyone want to submit an application now for a chance to spend Thanksgiving 2021 at our house? 🙋‍♀️🙋🙋‍♀️🙋)

❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

Hugs,

Marie

105 – Worst Spanking Everrrrrrrrr

Written by Marie on . Posted in My Dominant Sir, Punishment, Spanking, Submission. 17 Comments on 105 – Worst Spanking Everrrrrrrrr

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