Good grief people. Different strokes for different folks. Go get a life already. You don’t have to read here. I’m not trolling vanilla blogs looking for twits who would, quite frankly, do well to receive a good hard spanking and telling them what they need. I don’t have time for that. Apparently we can’t say the same for the vanilla haters.

So.  Bare with me and if I start to ramble a bit, I’m sorry. ~~

We’ve been together a long time.  And in some form or fashion, I have been disciplined throughout our entire marriage.  At different times it has taken different forms but at this point we’ve been with each other long enough to have come upon the things that work for us and the things that do not.

One thing that is very important to my HOH is that I answer him in complete sentences during any time that I am in trouble.  This can range from him simply scolding about something to me being punished.  In the beginning, this took some time for me to learn.  Because the truth is – if you are in the middle of getting your bottom blistered, thinking about your sentence structure isn’t the first thing on your mind.  My HOH is a big believer in talking to me and asking me questions during spankings or other punishments and he expects a right and proper answer.  Failure to do so simply increases the force of the spanking until I answer him in the way I know he expects. 

One word answers simply will not do.

Also, during scoldings or punishments I call him, “Sir.”  There are other times in ordinary circumstances that I do as well, but it is not required then.  It is required when I am in trouble. 

I learned these rules about addressing him as ”Sir” and answering properly during my very first spanking he gave me. (Although is did take a while to master them.)

On that particular day I knew I was pushing buttons and I knew I was ever so slowly but consistently moving myself out onto thin ice.  But being a young wife who had not yet experienced a full blown spanking at the hands of her man, I wanted to see just how far I could push.  And push I did. 

He finally decided enough was enough and told me that he was going to teach me a thing or two about our relationship and my place in it.  He left the room for all of five seconds and came back with a wooden hairbrush from the bathroom and then he took me by the arm and starting hauling me over to a chair and I knew exactly what he was doing.  I then sealed the final nail in my coffin by telling him that he had absolutely no right and that I was a grown woman (all 18 years of me, lol) and that he could not do this!  He answered in the same way he does now if I ever pull the what-right-do-you-have-card.  He simply held up his left hand, told me to look at that ring and that was all the right he needed. 

Before I had time to think another thought I realized I was being pulled over his lap and considering the fact that at the time I was just wearing a nightgown and panties it didn’t take any time at all before I was bare bottomed and on the receiving end of quite a spanking. 

Then he decided to start talking.  And questioning.  So, as if getting a spanking wasn’t bad and embarrassing enough…I now had to answer questions too?  I really didn’t like that. 

He started out with, “Do you understand why you are getting a spanking?”  At first I didn’t reply at all, I’m not even sure I heard him to tell the truth.  He then repeated his question with harder smacks of the brush.  I gave a loud and rather harsh, “Yes” in return.  At this point, it hurt and I was mad and that was obvious from my tone. 

He stopped all of a sudden.  It was one of those deathly silences…the kind you don’t want to hear.  Then he said, “Don’t you think that considering you are bum up and panties down and are getting a hairbrush applied to your naked backside it would be a good thing to say, ‘Yes sir’ instead of just ‘Yes?’ ”  I replied with a yes sir that time and he then resumed the spanking.

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Alright.  That’s where I’m stopping for tonight.  It is very late and this post is getting very long and for some reason I’m finding it incredibly difficult to write it out.  So when I return, you will get Part 2.  Until then, stay warm.  If you’re like us you’re snowed in right now.

Now, on to my post.  It seems I had a 16 year old girl stumble upon my blog and she was quite distressed by what she read.  She attempted to set us all straight.  Here is what she had to say:

“You people are fuuuuuuuuuuuuucked up! Don’t you want your own life? To be your own person? If there is one thing in this whole wide world I am thankful for, it’s the fact that I will never be like you. I’m only 16, yet I am wise beyond your years, you sick-os. I’m becoming a lesbian.”

The first thing I would like to say is not even a refute to what she said but what gave me a good laugh.  That wise beyond my years part?  Oh my honey.  Not so much.  I know – for a fact – that you don’t believe I could be wiser than you and that you apparently hold keys to some type of knowledge and wisdom that is apparently out of my reach.  And that, quite frankly, makes me giggle.  No insult intended there, I promise.  Whether you agree with my lifestyle or think it is the worst thing you have ever heard of…when you are at least twice the age you are now the thought of your 16 year old self telling a grown women/mother of 2/someone who has been through more than you can even conceive of yet and come out the other side of it that you are wise beyond their years?  It’s going to make you want to seep down into the floorboards a little bit.  Sorry, but it’s true.

Also, if you think my blog is offensive to your sensibilities…oh honey, you really haven’t seen many DD blogs have you?  I made very clear in my very first post exactly how tame this blog would be and I intend to stand behind that.  And compared to the material on some DD blogs, mine is positively a tea party!

Truly though, I’m sorry that you can’t understand where I’m (and the others living this lifestyle) are coming from.  I do trust though that as you get older and wiser and see more of this world you will come to a place where even though you do not understand or even condone someone else’s lifestyle choices (which are not harming anyone) you will have the mental fortitude to respect them.  That is something that comes with maturity and experience and age.  Until then my dear, I wish you well.

I know I haven’t updated in a long time, but we have been very busy.  Loads of activities with the kids, a major Winter storm that really knocked us off our feet for a while, and my husband may be starting a new job soon.  Just a lot going on.  And right now, as I type, I feel a case of the flu coming on.  I’m sitting here wrapped up in a blanket with that heavy, hot pain setting in in my muscles and joints.  I want to sleep but I cannot so I’m up nursing my sick self in front of a heater with a blanket and a warm cat.  It is helping some.

Sorry I don’t have more of an update but like I said when I first started this blog, you might hear about everything from dd to grocery lists, so there you go.

Good night…

Remember back on Christmas week when I asked my HoH if I could be released from the housekeeping standards just for the holiday?  And he said yes?  Well, apparently that little inch was all I needed to take a mile.  I really wish now that I had not asked or that he had not said yes.  I was into a very good and doable rhythm with everything.  And then after Christmas we had some illness, so it just made sense that things still were not up to standard.  And I guess one thing let to another which led to another, and on and on etc. 

It’s so hard to get back into that groove.  I mean, there’s picking up and then there’s keeping things up to the standards set and those are two different things.  I guess I just thought he was not noticing.  And *that* is where I would be very, very wrong.

We had a discussion about it tonight.  And yes, I mean a real discussion as in talking not spanking.  Although right now I am under the threat of that paddle in a very serious way.  I’m really not sure what he’s decided as far as that goes.  He may bring it out tomorrow, he may not I’m not sure.  I’m also not asking. 

As of right now, all of my discretionary fund is gone.  *Poof*  When things are needed for the home or kids or what have you, he will give me my debit card to use or simply go with me to get what we need.  That’s what he usually does anyway, but I also usually have my cash to do with as I please.  But he said since I’m not keeping things up here as I am supposed to, the allowance is gone.  I don’t know for how long.  I have a feeling it will be a while.

He is also putting me on a schedule.  (Sigh)  Usually, when he gets up for work sometimes I’ll get up and make his breakfast, etc.  But sometimes I don’t even wake up at all because I have a tendancy to stay up late.  On the mornings that I don’t even hear the alarm and sleep through, he picks up his breakfast and lunch out.  It’s really been a no harm no foul thing, it’s just the way it’s been.  But now, he wants me in bed by 10:30 pm on weeknights.  (OH MY GOSH!!)   And I have to get up with him, fix his coffee and breakfast every morning and pack his lunch.  It’s no longer a if you want to kind of thing, it’s a you have to it’s now a rule kind of thing. 

I have to stay up and start the housework as soon as he leaves for work.  And the housework has to be completely done by the time he gets home.  That’s different as well.  Normally, if the house was being kept up to standard, it didn’t matter if I still had some chores to do in the evening.  Just so long it was all done, we were fine.  But now when he gets home each day, I have to have it all done and ready for him.

He is also restricting my computer use to between 7:00 pm and 10:00 pm.  Honestly, that the WORST THING he could have done to me.  I ***LOVE***  my computer time!  It was one thing I never thought he would put a restriction on. 

So.  Yeah.  ((Sigh))

On one little side note, my husband did decide to add a paddle to his arsenal.  He’s always been more of a belt man to tell the truth and I had never had a paddle used on me.  And it’s not really even been used yet except for just playing around.  And I have to say, that even just playing, that thing is evil!  Wow, it packs a LOT of sting.  And he hasn’t even used it with putting much strength behind it yet either.  I looked back over my shoulder and was amazed at how light it appeared he was smacking with it.  But it surely did not feel light!  I am also amazed at how sore it has left me afterwards.  I very much feel it when sitting down.  And we were just playing!  All very good natured.  I’d hate to find out what that thing feels like at full throttle!

Well, the day before Christmas Eve, I was tired and I really wanted to just vegetate and get some serious rest through the holiday.  So I asked my HoH if I could just let the housework slide and do just the necessaries of cooking and laundry and that’s it during Christmas.  He thought about it, looked at me with a sly smile and said, “Ok, but be here all the earlier the next day!”  Lol ~~ we laughed.

Today I have a lot of work to do.  The day after Christmas everyone except me took turns being sick over the whole weekend, so I did not get the house back up to standard.  By any stretch of the imagination.  So today is the day that it is getting done. 

On the discipline front, there is a certain phrase my husband decided he does not want me to use anymore.  This came as a surprise to me, because he has never made an issue out of it before.  But he has now and I point blank told him this would be hard for me to learn to not say it because I don’t even realize when I say it.  But he would not negotiate the new rule at all.  (Sigh…)  So yesterday – I said it 4 times.  For heaven’s sake.  The first time I gasped and quickly put my hand over my mouth so surprised because I didn’t even know it was coming out until it already had.  The second time during a discussion about this rule – apparently I’m not even to say it in that capacity.  And the last two were just because I was peeved over something. 

He was on the tail end of his sickness last night so addressing it did not happen.  But he is proving to be unwavering in his determination to not let any rule breaking slide and he told me is going to address each of the four instances.  So, we shall see what happens…

In my little list of blogs I read there is one that I have enjoyed since I first discovered it.  It is written by a married woman and she talks of her life,  her marriage and the DD aspects of it.  Sometimes she will detail certain punishments.  She point blank talks of the spankings she receives from her husband.

But a few days ago, I was hopping hither and yon on the web and found a comment she made on another DD blog talking about alternative punishments and she said that she was hoping to have more of them brought into her marriage because her husband does not ever spank her and is not on board with DD at all.  And I know it was the same person because it was the same screen name and the comment even backlinked to her blog.

Now, I’m not criticizing.  It’s her blog.  She has every right to write whatever she wants on it.  I even have one blog that I read regularly where the writer is very open with the fact that what she is writing is fantasy and not her reality.  But it has just made me wonder…how often that happens?  How often are these DD blogs simply writings from someone’s imagination but offered up as their reality?

Like I said, I respect everyone’s right to put whatever they want on their blog and if they want to write fiction and pass it off as truth, that’s their business not mine.  But it just sort of made me go hmmm…..

So I’m sure my little readership is awaiting an update from my last post.  Ok, I”ll give it but it’s not what you’re expecting.  It wasn’t what I was expecting either…and that was just fine by me, lol.

I spent the entire day on Friday in a rather verklempt state.  I got all my work done, don’t even kid yourself.  The house was *sparkling* when he got home.  But the process was a bit tedious because I kept doing things like starting a load of laundry only to discover later that in my preoccupied state, I had forgotten to put any soap in it.  But in the end, all was done ~ house was clean, kids were happy, and I was just praying that I could behave during the switching.

So my husband gets home and, of course, first thing first is dinner.  Hungry men and kids must be fed you know.  So we all ate and after everyone was sated he suggested that the two of us go out for a drive just so we could talk and hash everything out without pre-teen and teenage kidlets coming and going.  Also, I was in a bit of an agitated mood from it all and he knew that getting me out of the house would help me calm down and talk.  I always talk to him best while in the car just the two of us.  Kind of weird – yeah – but I’ll own it, lol.

So anyway, once we were driving down the dark backroads here on our little section of the planet, we were really able to get things sorted out.  And we had both completely, utterly misunderstood one another.  He thought I had said one thing and meant one thing and I had not.  I thought he had meant and said another thing and he had not either.  We can generally both be found squarely on the same page, but this time…no, we had completely passed one another in diverging directions. 

So, after spending the whole day in a perfect state of verklemptness, I was spared the switch.  (grin)  After we were able to hash all that out, our conversation continued and I have to say it was so good.  I was able to voice some things that were on my mind.  Which is no easy task.  I am one of those who find verbal communication akin to having your eyeballs skewered.  But the privacy of the truck mixed with the darkness of the night and those back country roads do a world of good to soothe that trait.  So I was able to really share some of my feelings and thoughts.  Which he loves because it’s so hard for me so it doesn’t happen all the time.  And he was able to give me lots of reassurance about this thing we do and this lifestyle we have chosen.  It was really good.  The whole evening was so helpful.

So, sorry I got no switch story for ya, lol.  He did say, however, that he is still bringing the switch into use when he feels necessary.  So that is still something I’m sure I’ll experience in the future at some point.  But let’s think about that then, shall we?  The only spanking going on is of the maintenance variety.  We don’t do maintenance like most couples I know of.  We don’t have set day of the week where it is done like clockwork.  It is done at his discretion whenever he sees fit to do it.  We don’t even label it “maintenance” at all.  But that is basically what it boils down to.  It’s generally anywhere from 2-3 times per week.   Sometimes only once.  It just depends.  Generally on my adherence to the rules and how much “sass” has been going on.  He is really strict with the whole “no sassing” thing.  And I must say that what most women would think are perfectly innocuous comments in my house would get them soundly spanked.  So when I say I have problems with not sassing him, please don’t think I’m some raging, cursing wife because I’m not.  It’s just that the standard of verbal respect is set very, very high.  And some days I don’t have as much gumption to try and reach it as others, lol.

Alright my dearies, there’s my update.  It’s 7:30am and I’ve got laundry to go start.  Everyone have a great day!~~~~

Long story short the infraction here boils right down to telling a lie.  So now I have gotten myself into quite a pickle, wouldn’t you say?  I don’t know if I’ll be able to be on the computer over the weekend, so it may be Monday before I can post a follow up.