Up 04.30 ! Good grief. Working early shift today, why didn't I go to sleep earlier?
At work, or clocked in, 06:06 ... and out 16:05
In my car 16:20...and in wretched traffic, home 17:47.
Tried to take a nap in my easy chair, but it was not happening....
So I recorded some mail, got online for ..a minute....
She served dinner...
I stripped to boxer briefs and socks.
She was on Her computer, and I was heading for bed, where She would join me later.
I went to say good night to Her, and.... She told me to go 'fetch an implement'.
I went, and came back with the long dark-wood paddle.
She said, "Get over," and I got, over Her lap.
She smacked the seat of my briefs twenty times, then pulled those down, and smacked my bare, five times.
She told me to get up, kissed me good night, and I went on to my room.
Which, by the way, I've decided to call "El."
My room, that is.
So, when I say I'm going to my room, I can say, 'I'm going to El."
And ...I was working another early shift the next day, but only half of it....
In bed, sleeping, 23:30.
HsLS 57
HsLO 86
HsLD 1
D UN 108
DsLC 17 2/3
from The Ten Commandments:
I will not argue with Her. I yield to Her in all matters. I submit to Her will and Her authority.
from My Manifesto:
At home, all household members will sleep in briefs or such, that fully cover the buttocks.
Monday, April 14, 2014
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4.10
Awake 0830....
And awake again 11:30, when I really did get up.
She was working, on Her computer, on Her household budget document.
I got some laundry started.
Then She wanted to get started on washing the horrid-looking official dress She had for Her upcoming Supreme meeting.
Then, we got set up in the living room....
Her special chair at the ready, the video camera focused just so, implements on a table at Her side.
She sat in the chair, I stripped naked, and started the camera, and ...we began.
After a brief talking set-up, I got over Her lap...
And to my bare bottom, She applied:
Ten smacks of the bath brush to each cheek;
Twenty smacks of the medium church paddle to each;
Twenty smacks of the light one-hole spoon to each;
Four of the bath brush to my right cheek, eight to my left cheek, then four again to my right;
Then She turned the bath brush and delivered eight of the long handle across my cheeks;
And finished with thirty of the medium paddle to each cheek.
Full video here:
http://mommyspanksme.blogspot.com/2014/04/410-naked-and-over-her-lap.html
and rather than post a bunch of pictures (screen caps taken from the video), here's one gif I created from some screen caps:
Then, up and on to other things.
My laundry into the dryer.
Uploading the video from the camera to my laptop.
Paying bills on line.
Grabbing screen caps from the video.
She had a dinner to go to, and was picking up a friend on the way...and She showered and was getting dressed.
I had an "Implements and Impact Play" class I was going to..
Which was scheduled from 18:30 to 20:30...and I looked at the clock...17:45, and thought, "Oh Sh*t"
I got dressed, gathered a few implements, and went to my car....
I knew about where I was going, but I also knew I needed to find a rediteller on the way, for cash.
Enroute, I found a neighborhood liquor store with an ATM, and was able to get a twenty, and went on to "The Center" where the class was being held, and arrived around 18:45.
I saw a few people ..with whom I'm acquainted..there.
First, I'll write that ..this was not a class like held in a dungeon... no exposing of flesh.
Second, as I explained to Merry, if you were to consider such classes as increasing in knowledge and difficulty ..from grades KG to 12... then this class belonged in early elementary school.
B-o-r-i-n-g!
But, it would have been bunches better, if I was there with a partner....such as Merry... who would have been happy to try out any of the implements available there on my bottom, even with my pants still up.
Well, live and learn.
Went home....
Got clean sheets on the bed, and other laundry away...
Fought with my laptop for awhile.
(I have two. The older one connects to our wi-fi easy peasey, but that one does not have the program I use for uploading videos from the camera, and then editing them. The newer laptop has that program, but is very obstreperous when I try to get online with it).
I did, to an extent, and managed to upload this video from the laptop to this blog.
And ...dinner, while watching another Archer episode.
She came home from Her dinner, went to the other room to take care of a few quick e-mails, She said,...
and I was asleep at 23:45 (like an idiot.... see next day).
HsLS 33
HsLO 62
HsLD 10
D UN 107
DsLC 16 2/3
from The Ten Commandments:
I will obey Her rules willingly and obey Her commands immediately. I will treat Her suggestions as orders.
from My Manifesto:
I will never publicly disagree with Her.
Oh, the irony. Just wait til Saturday's blog....
And awake again 11:30, when I really did get up.
She was working, on Her computer, on Her household budget document.
I got some laundry started.
Then She wanted to get started on washing the horrid-looking official dress She had for Her upcoming Supreme meeting.
Then, we got set up in the living room....
Her special chair at the ready, the video camera focused just so, implements on a table at Her side.
She sat in the chair, I stripped naked, and started the camera, and ...we began.
After a brief talking set-up, I got over Her lap...
And to my bare bottom, She applied:
Ten smacks of the bath brush to each cheek;
Twenty smacks of the medium church paddle to each;
Twenty smacks of the light one-hole spoon to each;
Four of the bath brush to my right cheek, eight to my left cheek, then four again to my right;
Then She turned the bath brush and delivered eight of the long handle across my cheeks;
And finished with thirty of the medium paddle to each cheek.
Full video here:
http://mommyspanksme.blogspot.com/2014/04/410-naked-and-over-her-lap.html
and rather than post a bunch of pictures (screen caps taken from the video), here's one gif I created from some screen caps:
Then, up and on to other things.
My laundry into the dryer.
Uploading the video from the camera to my laptop.
Paying bills on line.
Grabbing screen caps from the video.
She had a dinner to go to, and was picking up a friend on the way...and She showered and was getting dressed.
I had an "Implements and Impact Play" class I was going to..
Which was scheduled from 18:30 to 20:30...and I looked at the clock...17:45, and thought, "Oh Sh*t"
I got dressed, gathered a few implements, and went to my car....
I knew about where I was going, but I also knew I needed to find a rediteller on the way, for cash.
Enroute, I found a neighborhood liquor store with an ATM, and was able to get a twenty, and went on to "The Center" where the class was being held, and arrived around 18:45.
I saw a few people ..with whom I'm acquainted..there.
First, I'll write that ..this was not a class like held in a dungeon... no exposing of flesh.
Second, as I explained to Merry, if you were to consider such classes as increasing in knowledge and difficulty ..from grades KG to 12... then this class belonged in early elementary school.
B-o-r-i-n-g!
But, it would have been bunches better, if I was there with a partner....such as Merry... who would have been happy to try out any of the implements available there on my bottom, even with my pants still up.
Well, live and learn.
Went home....
Got clean sheets on the bed, and other laundry away...
Fought with my laptop for awhile.
(I have two. The older one connects to our wi-fi easy peasey, but that one does not have the program I use for uploading videos from the camera, and then editing them. The newer laptop has that program, but is very obstreperous when I try to get online with it).
I did, to an extent, and managed to upload this video from the laptop to this blog.
And ...dinner, while watching another Archer episode.
She came home from Her dinner, went to the other room to take care of a few quick e-mails, She said,...
and I was asleep at 23:45 (like an idiot.... see next day).
HsLS 33
HsLO 62
HsLD 10
D UN 107
DsLC 16 2/3
from The Ten Commandments:
I will obey Her rules willingly and obey Her commands immediately. I will treat Her suggestions as orders.
from My Manifesto:
I will never publicly disagree with Her.
Oh, the irony. Just wait til Saturday's blog....
Saturday, April 12, 2014
4.9 Diary
OFF work and in car 09.43....stopped for gas on the way to the freeway.
Home 1047.
Fed the cats, scooped, undressed... and started talking to Her.
She was waiting on a phone call about which She was nervous, and was looking for some stress relief...
And She was annoyed that I had left the implements used yesterday on the chest of drawers in Her room, which meant, specifically, that I did not clean the cane as I was told...
So
I got FDAU on the bed, as instructed, and She smacked my butt twenty times with the same medium paddle as yesterday, and another twenty times with the spoon.
...which had the dog or dogs in the room going berserk (BARK BARk BArk Bark).... and by the time She got everybody quieted down, She realized She had missed the phone call.
At some point, She also realized She had the phone on vibrate.
She got the phone call, and a few more....
And we talked a bit, during which I told Her, I think it might help... if I'm allowed, or let myself moan, or say OWCH, or use other verbal outlets. ...
And we resumed, with me FDAU.... 25, each buttock- paddle, 25 each buttock-cane, 25 each buttock-paddle, 25 each buttock-spoon...
Then in diaper position, 25 vertical cane strokes on each thigh, following by 4 horizontal strokes.....
Then we cuddled together... and had sex.
And we showered, and dressed, and got in Her car, and went to W's house, where She watered the plants, brought in the mail, etc...
Then we went to the Von's near his house, to see how different it might be from the one near us..., then headed home.
On arrival, we had been told by Stitch, that he could not get water to come out of the hose in the front yard, so I fixed that.... then we got in my car, and headed off to Soup Plantation for dinner.
We had a bit of a tiff, just as we arrived, as Stitch mentioned that a person from the munch they went to the previous night... well, HE had mentioned our hot tub etc, and she said something like "just waiting on an invitation.."
Which has been a sore spot with Her and me, as I WANT to invite them (the best man and maid of honor at our wedding!) over to the house... but She has been putting it off....
SO we went inside...
By which time, little-s had emerged... and we ate.
And then headed home...and I was in a BIG hurry.... my bowels were.... well... I wish I had a plug with me.
Home...and at the toilet...a few seconds too late, as I had quite a mess in my tighty whities.
And I was there... on the toilet, for awhile.
Finally...up...and into my bedroom.
This is a 2nd Wednesday, so She wasn't going to be sleeping with me, anyway.
But, she did come into and out of my room many times, either checking on me, or looking at the kittens, or looking for Tsu.
I watched the season finale of Justified on the dvr, and was asleep oh 2300.
HsLS 9
HsLO 38
HsLD 10
D UL 106
D sLC 15 2/3
from The Ten Commandments
I put Her pleasures, needs , and wishes before my own, and do not grumble or moan about it.
from My Manifesto
I understand that punishments are used to aid me in becoming a better husband.
And to add to our ongoing yet tongue in cheek debate about my penis size:
Home 1047.
Fed the cats, scooped, undressed... and started talking to Her.
She was waiting on a phone call about which She was nervous, and was looking for some stress relief...
And She was annoyed that I had left the implements used yesterday on the chest of drawers in Her room, which meant, specifically, that I did not clean the cane as I was told...
So
I got FDAU on the bed, as instructed, and She smacked my butt twenty times with the same medium paddle as yesterday, and another twenty times with the spoon.
...which had the dog or dogs in the room going berserk (BARK BARk BArk Bark).... and by the time She got everybody quieted down, She realized She had missed the phone call.
At some point, She also realized She had the phone on vibrate.
She got the phone call, and a few more....
And we talked a bit, during which I told Her, I think it might help... if I'm allowed, or let myself moan, or say OWCH, or use other verbal outlets. ...
And we resumed, with me FDAU.... 25, each buttock- paddle, 25 each buttock-cane, 25 each buttock-paddle, 25 each buttock-spoon...
Then in diaper position, 25 vertical cane strokes on each thigh, following by 4 horizontal strokes.....
Then we cuddled together... and had sex.
And we showered, and dressed, and got in Her car, and went to W's house, where She watered the plants, brought in the mail, etc...
Then we went to the Von's near his house, to see how different it might be from the one near us..., then headed home.
On arrival, we had been told by Stitch, that he could not get water to come out of the hose in the front yard, so I fixed that.... then we got in my car, and headed off to Soup Plantation for dinner.
We had a bit of a tiff, just as we arrived, as Stitch mentioned that a person from the munch they went to the previous night... well, HE had mentioned our hot tub etc, and she said something like "just waiting on an invitation.."
Which has been a sore spot with Her and me, as I WANT to invite them (the best man and maid of honor at our wedding!) over to the house... but She has been putting it off....
SO we went inside...
By which time, little-s had emerged... and we ate.
And then headed home...and I was in a BIG hurry.... my bowels were.... well... I wish I had a plug with me.
Home...and at the toilet...a few seconds too late, as I had quite a mess in my tighty whities.
And I was there... on the toilet, for awhile.
Finally...up...and into my bedroom.
This is a 2nd Wednesday, so She wasn't going to be sleeping with me, anyway.
But, she did come into and out of my room many times, either checking on me, or looking at the kittens, or looking for Tsu.
I watched the season finale of Justified on the dvr, and was asleep oh 2300.
HsLS 9
HsLO 38
HsLD 10
D UL 106
D sLC 15 2/3
from The Ten Commandments
I put Her pleasures, needs , and wishes before my own, and do not grumble or moan about it.
from My Manifesto
I understand that punishments are used to aid me in becoming a better husband.
And to add to our ongoing yet tongue in cheek debate about my penis size:
Wednesday, April 9, 2014
4.08 Diary
Off work and in car, 0653.
Home, 0745...and She was not.
I remembered, She was taking Stitch to work, this morning....
I feed the animals, and scooped...and She arrived home.
She told me to join Her in the bedroom, when I was ready.
I took a short shower, and dressed in black stretch lace panties, and black ankle socks.
I declined Her offer of something to eat, and She told me to just sit on the edge of the bed until She came in.
After a few minutes, She came in, and we both got in bed.
Some small talk led to the conclusion that She was in the mood to dish out a beating, and I was in the mood to receive one... and I was sent off to fetch implements.
I suggested ..the ones we did not use the day before? and She said, "Sure."
I returned to the bedroom, with the medium 'church' paddle, the 18" black delrin cane, and the heavy wooden spoon. She got up out of bed, and took them from me.
In a minute, my panties were off, and I was FDAU on the bed, with my feet just dangling over the edge.
With my head turned to my left, I could see the reflection in the mirror, of Her behind me, swinging...
She told me to COUNT....
I watched and counted... twenty five smacks of the paddle on each buttock.
I watched and counted.... twenty five strokes of the cane on each buttock....
I counted.. thirty smacks of the spoon on each buttock.
Then She said, "On your back."
Then... "Legs up, hold your knees..."
She smacked the paddle on my inner thighs.
Then She picked up the cane and said, "THIS is going to hurt."
Well, what the fuck?! Like it HASN'T hurt,up to now?
I think it was four vertical strokes of the cane that landed on the back of my thighs.
Not surprisingly, She WAS right....
She added smacks of the spoon to various places on my cheeks... then She dropped the implements on the bed, pulled my legs down, told me to scoot up on the bed...and relax.
Unnnnggghh.... Such pain...and the glorious, wonderful, delicious afterglow and subspace.
She slid in bed next to me...
After a few minutes, I asked, "May I service you?"
She said softly, "Well I won't stop you...."
I pulled the bedcovers off Her, slipped Her tighty-pinkies down Her legs and off Her feet, and began licking, and inserting my tongue between Her tightly closed thighs.
She came..a number of times, which I can tell, because Her knees buck into my chest, knocking away, each time....
Then She pulled me up, to Her.
With a full blown erection, I mounted Her...
And ... there's no nice way to say it...
We FUCKED.
Ohmigosh, did we fuck.
It's been a goodly amount of time since we fucked like that....
And I felt it building.... up and up and ... I came, blowing a hot load into Her.
Ohhhhmigosh.
And She immediately pushed me off, and down, Her torso...
To begin the process of cleaning Her up, by eating Her ..out....
....One of my favorite parts of something I enjoy immensely overall.
Then She said, "Enough," and She got up, to fetch wipes, and finished up, wiping Herself, and wiping my penis.
Then She stripped the first sheet of the bed, which was damp in spite of the towel that we had put underneath Her bottom, before we started.
And we lay together a scant few minutes....
And I had to get up, to get something to eat, in order to get some sleep before my longest shift at work.
I ate, and was back in bed....before 1100?
And awake around 1300...and could see, or hear, that She was fussing and fuming because the speakers connected to Her computer were not speaking, so I traced that problem, and fixed it for Her...and went and had a snack then back to sleep...
Awake 1530....gave Her cash, as She was going to pick up a much-needed prescription for me...
And back to sleep...
And awake, and up 1645....
Took some selfies of my backside, eight hours later...
Fed the animals...
Took a shower...dressed....
And went off to work, clocking in around 1925.
For an incredibly drama-free night.
HsLS 14
HsLO 14
HsLD 15
D UN 105
D s L Cig 14 2/3
From The Ten Commandments...for a husband in a Female Led Marriage
1. I shall dedicate my life to Her happiness, and give Her my uncompromising devotion.
From My Manifesto
The form and extent of any punishment shall be at Her discretion and pleasure.
And pictures, taken after the morning funishment:
And finally....
yesterday, I posted this picture:
with a comment, asking Her if She wanted a t-shirt such as this.
She wrote back, "It would be a LIE."
Oh? What do you call this?
Okay, OKAY, you got me, I confess... the one above is NOT me or mine.
These next two ARE:
Seems to me, that t-shirt would be appropriate.
Home, 0745...and She was not.
I remembered, She was taking Stitch to work, this morning....
I feed the animals, and scooped...and She arrived home.
She told me to join Her in the bedroom, when I was ready.
I took a short shower, and dressed in black stretch lace panties, and black ankle socks.
I declined Her offer of something to eat, and She told me to just sit on the edge of the bed until She came in.
After a few minutes, She came in, and we both got in bed.
Some small talk led to the conclusion that She was in the mood to dish out a beating, and I was in the mood to receive one... and I was sent off to fetch implements.
I suggested ..the ones we did not use the day before? and She said, "Sure."
I returned to the bedroom, with the medium 'church' paddle, the 18" black delrin cane, and the heavy wooden spoon. She got up out of bed, and took them from me.
In a minute, my panties were off, and I was FDAU on the bed, with my feet just dangling over the edge.
With my head turned to my left, I could see the reflection in the mirror, of Her behind me, swinging...
She told me to COUNT....
I watched and counted... twenty five smacks of the paddle on each buttock.
I watched and counted.... twenty five strokes of the cane on each buttock....
I counted.. thirty smacks of the spoon on each buttock.
Then She said, "On your back."
Then... "Legs up, hold your knees..."
She smacked the paddle on my inner thighs.
Then She picked up the cane and said, "THIS is going to hurt."
Well, what the fuck?! Like it HASN'T hurt,up to now?
I think it was four vertical strokes of the cane that landed on the back of my thighs.
Not surprisingly, She WAS right....
She added smacks of the spoon to various places on my cheeks... then She dropped the implements on the bed, pulled my legs down, told me to scoot up on the bed...and relax.
Unnnnggghh.... Such pain...and the glorious, wonderful, delicious afterglow and subspace.
She slid in bed next to me...
After a few minutes, I asked, "May I service you?"
She said softly, "Well I won't stop you...."
I pulled the bedcovers off Her, slipped Her tighty-pinkies down Her legs and off Her feet, and began licking, and inserting my tongue between Her tightly closed thighs.
She came..a number of times, which I can tell, because Her knees buck into my chest, knocking away, each time....
Then She pulled me up, to Her.
With a full blown erection, I mounted Her...
And ... there's no nice way to say it...
We FUCKED.
Ohmigosh, did we fuck.
It's been a goodly amount of time since we fucked like that....
And I felt it building.... up and up and ... I came, blowing a hot load into Her.
Ohhhhmigosh.
And She immediately pushed me off, and down, Her torso...
To begin the process of cleaning Her up, by eating Her ..out....
....One of my favorite parts of something I enjoy immensely overall.
Then She said, "Enough," and She got up, to fetch wipes, and finished up, wiping Herself, and wiping my penis.
Then She stripped the first sheet of the bed, which was damp in spite of the towel that we had put underneath Her bottom, before we started.
And we lay together a scant few minutes....
And I had to get up, to get something to eat, in order to get some sleep before my longest shift at work.
I ate, and was back in bed....before 1100?
And awake around 1300...and could see, or hear, that She was fussing and fuming because the speakers connected to Her computer were not speaking, so I traced that problem, and fixed it for Her...and went and had a snack then back to sleep...
Awake 1530....gave Her cash, as She was going to pick up a much-needed prescription for me...
And back to sleep...
And awake, and up 1645....
Took some selfies of my backside, eight hours later...
Fed the animals...
Took a shower...dressed....
And went off to work, clocking in around 1925.
For an incredibly drama-free night.
HsLS 14
HsLO 14
HsLD 15
D UN 105
D s L Cig 14 2/3
From The Ten Commandments...for a husband in a Female Led Marriage
1. I shall dedicate my life to Her happiness, and give Her my uncompromising devotion.
From My Manifesto
The form and extent of any punishment shall be at Her discretion and pleasure.
And pictures, taken after the morning funishment:
And finally....
yesterday, I posted this picture:
with a comment, asking Her if She wanted a t-shirt such as this.
She wrote back, "It would be a LIE."
Oh? What do you call this?
Okay, OKAY, you got me, I confess... the one above is NOT me or mine.
These next two ARE:
Seems to me, that t-shirt would be appropriate.
Tuesday, April 8, 2014
4.07 Diary
The other dispatcher signed off at 0030.
At 0031, I get a call from an agent, wanting to change a car in ITALY from 1700, to Noon.... so 2 1/2 hours from now...and would NOT SHUT UP for 10 minutes, even though she knew I needed to make the call to Italy to see if they can accommodate the change. Jeez.
Anyway, they could. Now, it's 1320 there, and I am only HOPING that all went well with it.
She let me know by text that She was in the chat room..around 0130... and I joined Her.
We talked about stressors...during which, She had a panic attack... then calmed down from it....
She signed off, to get some sleep, around 0245...but, before doing so, She told to "bring in 3 implements, at least one cane, one paddle..."
Well... it's been over 7 1/2 days since my bare bottom has seen any kind of impact action....
And I'm really mixed up amongst feeling: 1. anticipation/good 2. anticipation/bad 3. worried 4. out'n'out SCARED
because sometimes, Her enthusiasm ...especially after a long dry spell ... is difficult for me to handle.
She won't see this until it's LONG over. It shall be.... well... interesting.
Off work, and in my car 0640... and home 720.
And I fed the animals, and scooped a litter box, and refilled the dogs' BIG water dish....
I bumped into Her in the bathroom. She said that Donna unplugged Her cpap, so She hadn't been sleeping well, and wanted to go back to sleep until I came in.
Then I gathered implements: the 18" Delrin cane, the medium church paddle, the heavy wooden spoon...
And I undressed..and went to the bathroom...
And took a long shower, using two razors to give my body a fairly thorough shave....
Then dried and dressed, and in Her bedroom, presenting myself, naked but for white socks, at Her bedside.
She said, 'Get in.'
I did....and we dozed for about an hour.
Kind of awake, we tried to talk, and as I had real trouble hearing Her, She explained She had woken up with congestion, and some kind of laryngitis.
So.... we ate, and I read the newpaper....
And went to bed, in my room, alone, around 10:45.
I woke up around 3, in a bit of sweat.
I went into the kitchen, poured a glass of water to go with some pop tarts...
Then went to Her room, which was much cooler.
She was seated at Her computer.... and told me to go ahead and sleep in Her bed.
And I did.... waking up around 5, then 515, and was up, 525.
Toilet...
Then a short shower..
Toilet again...
And dressed.
In Her room, I said, "Here I am, dressed, with a little extra time."
"Good for you," She said.
Well, so much for hints....I started to walk away, then She said, "OH! Wait...I don't know where anything is....oh, yes I do..." and She went to Her bedside nightstand, and pulled out Her leather belt.
"Take 'em down, and bend over the bed."
I took down my grey Starter tights, leaving my sheer mesh black/white Good Devil jockbriefs in place, as they did not cover or protect anything....
On my left side, She applied twenty of the belt to my cheeks, then moved to my right side, to apply another twenty.
Something like this...not really, not much like this, as She is much better looking...but kinda like this.
With a minor sting in my tail, I pack up, and left...
In car 1830 and in EZ traffic, was at the office 1920.
The woman I've been helping with/kind of training for next day's set up was out sick, and my manager was filling in for her so I was not occupied by that.
An easy night...up to midnight....
I wonder if ANYbody has seen my blog "Dominant Wicves / submissive husbands".
I've seen almost no 'views' on it.
Epiphany:
...I had this revelation, and I really need to talk it out, sometime.
I sort of realized... while I am submissive, I would rather follow than lead, I would rather serve than be waited on...
I do NOT like taking ORDERS.
I do well with 'requests' or softer versions.
For example:
Tell me "TAKE OFF YOUR CLOTHES" ... and while I may go ahead and do that, what's going through my mind is the option of simply giving you a hard look, turning around, and walking away.
But, instead, say "I think it would be a good idea for you to take off your clothes..."
or "I would like for you to get naked now...'
And I'm 99% likely to HAPPILY comply.
So...I will act like a slave, but I just really don't like being ordered around like a slave.
HsLS 130
HsLO 326
HsLD 6
D UN 104
DsLC 13 2/3
SMT for the day:
There is One Power, One Source, that Source is God.
God is the Source of prosperity, fiscal wisdom, financial freedom, and wealth. I am one with The Source.
I embody prosperity in all its forms.
from My Manifesto
I understand that She may assess severe punishment for any reason She desires.
At 0031, I get a call from an agent, wanting to change a car in ITALY from 1700, to Noon.... so 2 1/2 hours from now...and would NOT SHUT UP for 10 minutes, even though she knew I needed to make the call to Italy to see if they can accommodate the change. Jeez.
Anyway, they could. Now, it's 1320 there, and I am only HOPING that all went well with it.
She let me know by text that She was in the chat room..around 0130... and I joined Her.
We talked about stressors...during which, She had a panic attack... then calmed down from it....
She signed off, to get some sleep, around 0245...but, before doing so, She told to "bring in 3 implements, at least one cane, one paddle..."
Well... it's been over 7 1/2 days since my bare bottom has seen any kind of impact action....
And I'm really mixed up amongst feeling: 1. anticipation/good 2. anticipation/bad 3. worried 4. out'n'out SCARED
because sometimes, Her enthusiasm ...especially after a long dry spell ... is difficult for me to handle.
She won't see this until it's LONG over. It shall be.... well... interesting.
Off work, and in my car 0640... and home 720.
And I fed the animals, and scooped a litter box, and refilled the dogs' BIG water dish....
I bumped into Her in the bathroom. She said that Donna unplugged Her cpap, so She hadn't been sleeping well, and wanted to go back to sleep until I came in.
Then I gathered implements: the 18" Delrin cane, the medium church paddle, the heavy wooden spoon...
And I undressed..and went to the bathroom...
And took a long shower, using two razors to give my body a fairly thorough shave....
Then dried and dressed, and in Her bedroom, presenting myself, naked but for white socks, at Her bedside.
She said, 'Get in.'
I did....and we dozed for about an hour.
Kind of awake, we tried to talk, and as I had real trouble hearing Her, She explained She had woken up with congestion, and some kind of laryngitis.
So.... we ate, and I read the newpaper....
And went to bed, in my room, alone, around 10:45.
I woke up around 3, in a bit of sweat.
I went into the kitchen, poured a glass of water to go with some pop tarts...
Then went to Her room, which was much cooler.
She was seated at Her computer.... and told me to go ahead and sleep in Her bed.
And I did.... waking up around 5, then 515, and was up, 525.
Toilet...
Then a short shower..
Toilet again...
And dressed.
In Her room, I said, "Here I am, dressed, with a little extra time."
"Good for you," She said.
Well, so much for hints....I started to walk away, then She said, "OH! Wait...I don't know where anything is....oh, yes I do..." and She went to Her bedside nightstand, and pulled out Her leather belt.
"Take 'em down, and bend over the bed."
I took down my grey Starter tights, leaving my sheer mesh black/white Good Devil jockbriefs in place, as they did not cover or protect anything....
On my left side, She applied twenty of the belt to my cheeks, then moved to my right side, to apply another twenty.
Something like this...not really, not much like this, as She is much better looking...but kinda like this.
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| KINDA sorta like this.... |
With a minor sting in my tail, I pack up, and left...
In car 1830 and in EZ traffic, was at the office 1920.
The woman I've been helping with/kind of training for next day's set up was out sick, and my manager was filling in for her so I was not occupied by that.
An easy night...up to midnight....
I wonder if ANYbody has seen my blog "Dominant Wicves / submissive husbands".
I've seen almost no 'views' on it.
Epiphany:
...I had this revelation, and I really need to talk it out, sometime.
I sort of realized... while I am submissive, I would rather follow than lead, I would rather serve than be waited on...
I do NOT like taking ORDERS.
I do well with 'requests' or softer versions.
For example:
Tell me "TAKE OFF YOUR CLOTHES" ... and while I may go ahead and do that, what's going through my mind is the option of simply giving you a hard look, turning around, and walking away.
But, instead, say "I think it would be a good idea for you to take off your clothes..."
or "I would like for you to get naked now...'
And I'm 99% likely to HAPPILY comply.
So...I will act like a slave, but I just really don't like being ordered around like a slave.
HsLS 130
HsLO 326
HsLD 6
D UN 104
DsLC 13 2/3
SMT for the day:
There is One Power, One Source, that Source is God.
God is the Source of prosperity, fiscal wisdom, financial freedom, and wealth. I am one with The Source.
I embody prosperity in all its forms.
from My Manifesto
I understand that She may assess severe punishment for any reason She desires.
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| You want this t-shirt, Darling? |
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| Simple, basic, and to my eyes, Very Sexy |
Monday, April 7, 2014
4.06 Diary
Up around 0600, to go to the toilet, and have a snack.
Back to bed, and awake... 10ish... too late for Service, again.
She made orange gookies...I made the first of several trips to the toilet, then ate a couple, while reading the paper, and taking pills.
Then I just sat a few minutes, trying to figure out how I 'felt'.. went to the toilet...again...
While She worked on an online shopping list....
She had Her own toiletary issues to deal with, so I dressed and went to the supermarket by myself.
.... Something I would should have done the day before, and wished could be done some other day, but we were flat out of wet cat food, and paper towels...and other stuff might as well be acquired.
It was 1235 when I left, and 1340 when I got back... which is the time I shoulda been leaving for work.
Got the groceries in and away... undressed...went to the toilet ... again ... showered, dressed......
Little S came into the living room, where I was almost ready, and I pulled down my pants, showing her my bare bottom, and said, 'Now or never...'
She smacked my bottom, oh, ten times on each cheek with her hand.
Whoop de doo.
I was in my car 1415, heading for work.
I usually take the 710 to the 10 to the 101.
Somehow, I wound up on the 5.
In all the typical very-slow-going-5 traffic.... oh well.
Then onto the 101..which was a little-but-not-much better.
Off at Snet.
Tooling along, thinking about work, thinking about what I needed to put on the calendar, what we needed to get done..
Stopped at a light, saw it change to green...
Took my foot off the brake, and .. bumped into the car that I somehow did NOT see, directly in front of me.
Crap.
He said..."Gonna need a whole new bumper. Usually run $550, I'll take 250 cash, right now."
"Um, no thanks..."
I gave him my insurance info, and took a few pix of all this 'damage'. Ha.
On to work, in a really crappy mood, arriving 1520 or so.
Clocked in, started 'working',
And She called me around 1540 wondering what happened to me (as I am supposed to text Her when I arrive at work...)
I explained as best I could...and got to work....
The dispatcher that comes on to run lead while I do set up on Sundays...
Listening to him dispatch and talk to chauffeurs is ... horrible.
I TRY to tune him out, and TRY to concentrate on tomorrow's workscreen, and not look at today's, the one he is working on.. but OMG.
HsLS 106
HsLO 302
HsLD 179 1/2
Day UN 103
DsLC 12 2/3
SMT for the day
I am guided by the wisdom of God in everything I think, say, and do. I am never without guidance in the successful achievement of my good desires.
from My Manifest:
I will maintain normal eye contact with Her, at all times possible.
Back to bed, and awake... 10ish... too late for Service, again.
She made orange gookies...I made the first of several trips to the toilet, then ate a couple, while reading the paper, and taking pills.
Then I just sat a few minutes, trying to figure out how I 'felt'.. went to the toilet...again...
While She worked on an online shopping list....
She had Her own toiletary issues to deal with, so I dressed and went to the supermarket by myself.
.... Something I would should have done the day before, and wished could be done some other day, but we were flat out of wet cat food, and paper towels...and other stuff might as well be acquired.
It was 1235 when I left, and 1340 when I got back... which is the time I shoulda been leaving for work.
Got the groceries in and away... undressed...went to the toilet ... again ... showered, dressed......
Little S came into the living room, where I was almost ready, and I pulled down my pants, showing her my bare bottom, and said, 'Now or never...'
She smacked my bottom, oh, ten times on each cheek with her hand.
Whoop de doo.
I was in my car 1415, heading for work.
I usually take the 710 to the 10 to the 101.
Somehow, I wound up on the 5.
In all the typical very-slow-going-5 traffic.... oh well.
Then onto the 101..which was a little-but-not-much better.
Off at Snet.
Tooling along, thinking about work, thinking about what I needed to put on the calendar, what we needed to get done..
Stopped at a light, saw it change to green...
Took my foot off the brake, and .. bumped into the car that I somehow did NOT see, directly in front of me.
Crap.
He said..."Gonna need a whole new bumper. Usually run $550, I'll take 250 cash, right now."
"Um, no thanks..."
I gave him my insurance info, and took a few pix of all this 'damage'. Ha.
On to work, in a really crappy mood, arriving 1520 or so.
Clocked in, started 'working',
And She called me around 1540 wondering what happened to me (as I am supposed to text Her when I arrive at work...)
I explained as best I could...and got to work....
The dispatcher that comes on to run lead while I do set up on Sundays...
Listening to him dispatch and talk to chauffeurs is ... horrible.
I TRY to tune him out, and TRY to concentrate on tomorrow's workscreen, and not look at today's, the one he is working on.. but OMG.
HsLS 106
HsLO 302
HsLD 179 1/2
Day UN 103
DsLC 12 2/3
SMT for the day
I am guided by the wisdom of God in everything I think, say, and do. I am never without guidance in the successful achievement of my good desires.
from My Manifest:
I will maintain normal eye contact with Her, at all times possible.
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