This is the journey of one control freak wife and one gentle spirited husband as they seek to balance their

roles in their home
and bring an extra measure of joy to their already happy marriage.

Sunday, July 17, 2011

when perfection ends

All has been quiet on the western frontier, but as we all know, perfection can't last forever, no matter how much we wish it would.  Even in the most perfect of circumstances, perfection fails us.  For example...

Last night not only did I have some transition time, but I had the house completely to myself for several hours (that's incredibly rare).  The children were all spending the night at their friends' respective homes.  Steve went over to a friend's house to help him put together some furniture. 

Before he left he said, "We're going to have some fun when I get home. I'm going to take advantage of being able to spank you and make love to you anywhere in the house I want."  

"Yeh, right."

"Why are you saying it like that."

"Because you know darn good and well that you will end up staying over there longer than you intend.  It will be late when you get home and one or both of us will be too tired to do anything."

"Not this time."

"We'll see."

He kissed me in a demanding and urgent kind of way and headed out the door.

I was asleep on the couch when he got home at one in the morning, an hour and a half later than he told me he would be.  I woke up as he was coming through the door.

"Told you," were the first words out of my mouth.

"It did take longer than I thought it would, but I'm not too tired to bend you over the couch to heat up your bottom and then have my way with you, and you clearly have been sleeping so I'm sure you can manage it as well, right?"

"Yeh, I guess."  It was not the friendliest of tones.

"Your attitude is starting to irritate me.  You'd better go strip before I decide to dole out some punishment."

"Whatever."  Yes, that included some serious eyeball rolling.

Now don't ask me why I was having an attitude issue.  I'm not sure what was wrong with me.  I think that because this is still all relatively new to us that I sometimes forget too quickly that Steve is perfectly capable now of truly punishing me.  

I came back out to the living room naked to find Steve standing there with the lexan paddle and loopy johnny in his hands.  I knew instantly that I was in serious trouble.

"I'm not sure what your problem is, but I'm fixing it right now.  Bend over the arm of the couch now."

He wore me out with the lexan paddle.  I don't know how many times it was because I was too busy crying and yelling "owwww" to count.  

"So, do you think it is 'whatever' now?  Do you agree I am up to the task of punishing you when it is needed?"

"Ye......e.........s," said I with tears and snot on my face and hiccuping all the while.

"Well I'm going to give you ten with the loopy johnny to be sure." 

My only saving grace is that our loopy johnny is leather as opposed to rubber, otherwise I think I would have been loud enough for the neighbors that are almost a kilometer away to have heard me.  The implement itself may be quiet, but I sure wasn't!

As soon as he was done, he sat on the couch and had me sit snuggled up next to him.  He rubbed my back until I stopped crying and was able to breathe with making shuttering noises.  

He turned to me and embraced my face with both of his hands.  After kissing me tenderly, he asked, "I really would like to get back to the original plan of making love to you anywhere besides the bedroom. Are you okay with that?"

I smiled and nodded and..... well the rest I'm going to keep to myself.  Let's just say that I have a smile on my face that will probably be there for days. 

Who needs perfection anyway? ;) 

Friday, July 8, 2011

A Good Week

It is always good when a plan works the way you hope.  

Steve's idea for transition time has really made a difference for us.  

Knowing that I have that time to look forward to has helped me feel less stressed at work.  Having the time has also helped me feel more peaceful at home and to relish the change from dominant to submissive each day.  

Each day has been a little different, but the components have remained the same.  I spend about fifteen minutes by myself doing absolutely nothing but sit or lay down, close my eyes, and breathe deeply. This is followed by my act of submission.  

If it is corner time then it is only about five to ten minutes.  If Steve decides it is a butt plug day then he comes in and has me strip and he puts it in.  It stays in until he says otherwise. If it extends beyond my transition time then I am to dress and continue with my evening as if it isn't there.

You haven't lived until you are sitting at the dining room table helping your child with math homework with a butt plug in your rear!

My favorite day was actually this past Saturday.  I had worked that day (which is very rare as I usually don't for religious reasons), and when I got home it was a beautiful afternoon.  I texted Steve to let him know that I was going to the porch swing in front of the shed instead of coming into the house for transition time. I received back a text that said, "That's perfect, I'll meet u out there in a little while."

Steve joined me after about ten minutes, and we continued to swing while we snuggled.

"I have a surprise for you."

"You do?"

"Guess what came in today."

"The Loopy Johnny?"  (We had ordered one from The London Tanners

  "Yep.  It is hanging in the shed.  I was actually thinking about trying it out when you got home.  Then you decided to come out to the swing.  It seems like the perfect opportunity."

"Where are the kids?"  

"[The eldest] took them to see a movie.  They'll be gone for at least another hour.  What do you say?  Should we have a little fun and get maintenance done too?"

"Sounds good, but do we have to go in the shed? It's going to be hot in there this time of day."

"Actually, I was thinking right here."

Although you can see the front of our house from the street the rest of the property is very private.

"Okay, I'm game."

"Great! You strip while I go get it."

I'd read from others that the loopy johnny was something else, but I was surprised by the intensity of it.  Overall, we both like it.  It is quiet in comparison to the strap.  I have a feeling it will be used often.   

Between the transition time and the almost daily maintenance spankings, I have to say that it has been a good week.  I have been feeling almost euphoric.  However, I'm bracing myself for the fact that in real life things don't stay blissful forever.  There will be a bump in the road, so I'm just going to appreciate the good while it lasts.