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The Coach’s Discipline is on Audio!

One year ago, today, I published a very special book. It made me laugh, it made me cry; and most of all, it helped me use fiction to work through some past issues and current desires.

I fell in love with the characters, and still consider it my favorite book.

Okay, I’m biased. But this one will always be special to me. 🙂

Today, I’m celebrating  not only the one year anniversary of publication of The Coach’s Discipline, but also the brand new release of its audio version. (Follow this link to listen to an audio sample)

I have two free copies of the audio version. Just reply below, and I’ll enter you in the drawing.

And here is one of my favorite scenes from the book.

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She giggled. She couldn’t help it. This was kind of unnerving and exciting. “Sorry, what did you say?”

“Naughty young ladies who don’t pay attention, get punished, Claire.” He paused and in a silken voice, emphasizing each word, he said, “Bend. Over. The. Bed.”

She swallowed hard and complied quickly.

“Arms straight, hands reaching for the other end.”

She stretched her arms out, and placed her palms on the top of her pink paisley coverlet. Her breathing felt fast. She wondered if he could hear her.

“Close your eyes, and listen.” He directed and she obeyed.

Crack!

Her eyes flew open, and she choked on a breath. She flinched again, when the loud thud repeated over her phone, right next to her head.

“That is a wooden hairbrush,” he explained casually. “I’m striking my palm, but we are going to pretend this is your naughty bottom.”

Claire mewled and felt her heart rate increase.

“Are your eyes closed?”

“Y-y-yes sir,” she stuttered and clenched her eyelids closed.

Crack! “Are you paying attention now?”

“Yes, sir,” she said in between rapid breaths.

“Pull your pants and panties down right below your cheeks, Claire.”

“Okay.” She yanked her panties down, and got stuck before remembering to grab the waistband of her pants. She finally got them both pulled down, and the cool air rushed to her cheeks and between her legs. Good Lord! The moisture dripping down her thighs gave her a feeling of coolness and heat at the same time.

“Push your butt out – away from the bed. Way out.”

She pressed her bottom out, and arched her back, and licked her lips. She felt so vulnerable. If he was there, he would be able to see everything, every bit of her aching, wet, throbbing, lower body. She trembled with excitement, and told him she was in position.

“Good girl,” he praised. “Stroke your bottom, pat it gently just like I would if I was there right now rewarding you for your obedience.”

Her legs shook as she reached back and patted herself. That word, obedience. It shouldn’t have such an effect on her, but she would worry about that later.

 

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Blurb:

Marathon runner Claire Jacobs has always dreamed of making it to the Olympics, but she has a habit of getting in her own way. With the help of Nick Fox, a legendary coach known for his unconventional techniques, she prepares for one last shot at her dream. Traumatic memories of her experience with her last coach still haunt Claire, though, and in spite of his reputation she finds it hard to trust Nick’s authority.

The more time he spends with Claire, the more Nick finds himself enchanted by her drive and deep commitment to her fellow runners. But when her self-destructive behavior crosses the line, Nick realizes he has only one option to help the woman he has come to care about so much—he will need to give her the first spanking of her life and make sure it is one she will not forget.

Despite his firm discipline, Claire quickly comes to crave Nick’s dominance and direction, and soon he has grown to be much more than just her coach. But when jealousy and misunderstandings threaten to tear the team apart, will she run away as she always has in the past, or can she trust in her newfound love and race toward her goals with an open heart?

Publisher’s Note: The Coach’s Discipline is an erotic romance novel that includes spankings, sexual scenes, anal play, elements of BDSM, and more. If such material offends you, please don’t buy this book.

 

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Spanking A-Z Blog Challenge, S: Claire Overhears a Spanking

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Welcome to today’s “S” session of Spanking A-Z. I have a very special WIP to share.

It’s the story I started over a year and a half ago. And I am happy to say, I have finally finished it! I’ll talk more about the personal side of this journey in another post. 🙂

But today, I’m introducing Claire, the MC from my running, spanking, romance story.

Claire isn’t ready to admit it yet, but the sounds of a good old fashioned spanking, might just arouse her a bit. 😉

In this scene, Claire has just returned to her apartment.

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She walked further into the apartment and noticed Tom’s car keys on the table. She heard Jenny’s giggles from her bedroom. Someone’s having a good time, she smiled.

She passed the room on her way to the bathroom, and stopped when she heard it. That noise. The unmistakable sound of flesh striking flesh in a rhythmic pattern. Smack, smack, smack, smack, like a metronome. Oh God.

She sagged against the wall trying not to listen while not moving or breathing. Tom was spanking Jenny, and from Jenny’s moans, she was thoroughly enjoying it.

Stop spying. This is wrong. And that… A flutter of spanks preceded more of Jenny’s squeals. Her whole body heated. No, that was plain kinky. Wrong for her. Right?

So why was she still standing there with bated breath, anticipating the next smack, her panties drenched, and her breathing more rapid than after doing a track workout?

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Sat Spanks – Self Spanking (part 2)

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Welcome back! 

This Saturday Spankings post is a continuation from my WIP, Running For her Life.  Hope you enjoy!

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Meet Claire and Nick:

Claire is a 32 year old athlete, trying to qualify for the Olympic Trials.  She has a past full of emotional and physical injuries.

Nick is a 36 year old coach, a hard, authoritative man who pushes his athletes to their limit.

Claire is confused by her attraction to her new coach, feeling that he could never fall for a woman like her.  Will she stick around, accept what he has to offer, and finally learn to ask for what she wants, or will she run?

Will Nick learn to trust his instincts and guide Claire towards her goal and a possible future together, or will he shut down emotionally, and lose another woman in his life?

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This is the second part of the scene in Claire’s apartment.  (To read the first part, click here.)  When Nick calls to check on Claire, after her first real punishment, she explains her confusion and desire for more.  He offers the perfect solution; he will talk her through her first self spanking over the phone, combining lusty fun, role playing, and the nice warm bottom Claire wants.  This part is done in Claire’s POV.

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“Straighten your legs, and press your bottom out. Way out.”

She pushed her bottom away from the bed, arched her back, and bit her lip, suddenly feeling very vulnerable. If he was there, he would be able to see everything, every bit of her aching, wet, throbbing, lower body.  She trembled with excitement, and told him she was in position.

“Good girl,” he praised. “Stroke your bottom;  pat it gently just like I would if I was there right now rewarding you for your obedience.”

Her legs starting shaking as she reached back and patted herself. That word, obedience. It shouldn’t have that effect on her, but she would worry about that later.

“Now, put your hands back on the bed, and prepare to listen to the first part of your spanking.”

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Round Table Discussion – week 1- Intro

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I am so excited to be participating in a new feature over on the Spanking Romance Review Blog! An ongoing Round Table Discussion pertaining to hot button issues of the spanking community! Every two weeks we will discuss a new topic that is near and dear to the spanking community’s heart. After you read this blog head on over to SRR’s blog to see our debut post and find the links to the other participant’s responses!

And don’t forget to check out the other fantastic submissions by Renee Rose, Casey McKay, Natasha Knight, and Corinne Alexander.

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This week’s set of questions is about the origin of our spanking desires, and the transition from fantasy to reality.

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For those of you that don’t know me, my name is Katherine Deane.

I’m in a Domestic Discipline relationship with my husband of 15 years.

And I’m a Spanko.

I brought up DD to my husband, about a year and a half ago, because it felt like my last resort to save my marriage. I desired the communication and support. I needed the discipline. I wanted to be spanked.

It took us a while to really get comfortable with this new dynamic. It’s a bit of a long story, so I’ll leave it for another time.  But I am happy to say, we have finally hit a groove.

His taking over as HOH has helped us tremendously.  We don’t argue over stupid stuff anymore, because it’s impossible to argue with someone who is going to paddle your backside when you roll your eyes at him. (I have not improved much in the skillset of respectful communication. But I’m diligently working on it.  😉 )

The biggest issue in my new life, is my confliction over my spanking desires.

I love being spanked! (Well, not all the time. Punishments actually do hurt my feelings as well as my bottom.)

But I still yearn for it.

A good, hard, bare bottom spanking, turns me on.

It arouses me to just think about it.

Sometimes, I watch videos of women getting spanked, and I become so aroused I take my desires to my sleeping husband. (He wakes up kind of grumpy. I get a few swats out of it occasionally, and get both itches scratched. Mmmm, it’s wonderful.)

But it confuses me.

Spankings are supposed to be used for disciplinary purposes in DD.  And I have spent a lot of time over his knee, over the bed, leaning up against the wall, you name it… NOT being disciplined… enjoying every stinging, burning swat.

It’s taken me a while, to get over the fact that there is no black and white. There is no line.

I was actually more embarrassed to come out as a Spanko (online only J ), then it was for me to admit to being in a DD relationship.

But after reading some really great authors, meeting some awesome new spanking friends (especially, the women in this circle), and learning to be open about my desires, I came to the following conclusion:

It’s ok to not fit into the round hole.

I am happier now that I have embraced my true self, instead of fighting and shunning it.

I am a submissive in a husband – led, DD relationship.

I am a strong, sensual woman who loves my HOH.

And, I am a Spanko.

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Sometimes, a gal just wants to be spanked!

Bad, naughty Zoot! You must spank her well. And then, spank me.

Bad, naughty Zoot!
You must spank her well.
And then, spank me.

Sometimes a gal just needs to be spanked.

Ok, I’m in one of THOSE moods again. I can’t really explain it.

I’m flighty, hyper, my attention won’t hold for 15 minutes, let alone long enough to finish the blog post I need to finish. My head is spinning with a gazillion (bajillion any better?) thoughts that are just out of my reach.  All I can think about right now, is the one thing that got me here to begin with.

Spanking

I’m having another day where I just can’t get IT out of my head. The sounds, the glorious feeling, the warmth, the heat, the connection with my spanker, and dare I say, the arousal that almost always comes from this.

I love spankings!

I love being spanked (by my husband. Don’t get me wrong. I have fantasized about other men taking me in hand before, but I know this is fantasy, and that my hubby would be hurt by me accepting another man’s attentions.  So that stays in the realm of fantasy.)

I stare longingly, while watching a session on spankingtube, living vicariously through another woman’s delightful bottom warming.

Sometimes, I watch school girls get spanked by head mistresses. It is fun, and kind of silly.  Sometimes, I watch men take their women over their knees for play.

Sometimes, I see a man discipline his wife for something like overspending or texting while driving.  (I can empathize and realistically envision this scenario, since I am one to overspend when I get stressed.)

Some of the scenes seem real, some are acted out.

Usually I don’t care. If the spanking is good and hard, I will give some leeway on acting skills.

I prefer the scenes that are just about the spanking, instead of showing private sexual encounters. I like sharing their spanking scene, but don’t want to share their further intimacy. Which is ironic, because I love READING about sex after spankings, and often times find myself so aroused after my own spankings that I initiate the further actions with my hubby.

The point is I love thinking about IT,

Seeing IT,

Hearing IT,

And most of all, feeling IT.

Watching a spanking video gives me the opportunity to receive most of my spanking input.  I watch, mesmerized as the woman’s bare bottom bounces up and down, reddening with each firm smack. I like it when she wiggles around and tries to escape, creating in me the vision of non-consensual punishment, and a need to escape.  It is delicious.

I get very aroused watching these, and picture myself in these scenes.  I can easily picture myself squealing and wiggling over my HOH’s lap, as he attacks my poor bottom.  I shudder, shimmy, whimper, and moan, while he continues his show of dominance over me, on my bare bottom.  (Sometimes, I get so aroused by visualizing a glorious OTK session.  I wake up hubby, so we can finish the next sequence of delightful events. He has not complained yet. 🙂)

But I love most of all, to put it all together into one big scene that my HOH and I take part in – our own spanking scene.  Sometimes, it is for discipline, sometimes for maintenance and role affirmation, and sometimes for fun.  To be perfectly honest, I will almost happily accept any of it.

I like to be spanked.

Our first role play scene involved hubby forcing me over his knee and paddling me into submission. I tried to escape the onslaught of his hard, fast hand. I bucked and bounced, I cried out, and begged him to stop.  His lap was so hard, his hand even harder. Again and again, he spanked, leaving no portion of my bottom and thighs untouched, choosing to sometimes attack the same spot. I howled and begged some more, as he threw his leg over my legs, and shushed me.

(I wanted him to call me “naughty”, and tell me to “take what I had coming to me like a good girl”. But alas, he wasn’t quite ready for that much acting. )

After a very long, intense session, that included his hand, a few wooden implements, and a belt, I finally lay in a heap over his lap- worn out, my sore bottom aching and hot, feeling loved and content and peaceful. (And completely aroused)

This is what spanking does for me.  I can fantasize about it, read it, watch it, listen to it, or receive it.  They all fill a void in me, and ground me, and help me connect with myself and my HOH.

And when I don’t receive any of this stimulation, I feel agitated, easily angered, tired, unfocused, and sometimes, even a little bit unloved.

Spanking brings me back to life somehow.

It invigorates me, and gives me a chance to be still and focus.

Most of all, it gives me a chance to revel in who I am – the real me.

My name is Katherine Deane.

I am a Spanko.

And right now, I could really use a good, long, bare bottom spanking.

Katherine’s Connections – Kate Strand (Deathless Love)

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My latest connection is from a Renee Rose, paranormal spanking romance. I am actually starting to wonder if Renee writes stories specifically for me.  LOL, I know that’s not the case, but in my nice little world of egocentricity, I am going to keep thinking that way.  🙂

I love the strength Renee applies to her characters while also giving them flaws. And it is so easy for me to connect with her characters. Some of them really seem like me.

This latest connection is a character from one of her earlier works, Deathless Love.  It’s a paranormal work, which is probably my favorite genre. While I like some realism in the stories I read, I prefer to escape into them. This makes paranormal a great genre for me. It has just the right amount of realism mixed in with fantasy. Add to the mix, a little bit of spanking and sex, and I am in Seventh Heaven!

Renee created a wonderfully engaging character in Kate Strand. I also have to acknowledge that I love her name because one of my nicknames is Kate.

Kate is a talented, outgoing, beautiful, and charismatic woman, – the lead singer of a band, who loses a lot of her edge when she is not behind the mic. When she is performing, she is confident and charismatic.  But when off stage, she loses some of that.  She doesn’t have the microphone to hide behind anymore.

I also like to sing, and that’s how I feel behind the microphone. Center of attention, with the mic in hand and a full band behind me (though I prefer to be backup usually), is more comfortable, and more my zone. It’s safer than talking with another person. It’s less intimate, less vulnerable.

Once off stage, Kate’s true nature settles in. She is unsure of the male attention she receives, less confident, less able to deal with confrontation comfortably.  In one early scene, she is visibly shaken by the unwanted attentions of another man. But it’s not necessarily his attention that bothers her. It’s her inability to react comfortably. She doesn’t know how to shut him down nicely. She doesn’t want to hurt his feelings.

This is exactly how I am. I can’t stand the thought of hurting another person’s feelings, or having them unhappy with me.

Then Kate has a very intimate interaction with Dom, a vampire, her boss, a Dominant. She gets a little drunk, and falls off the stage. Dom takes her into his office to make sure she is ok, and ends up spanking her over his desk. They actually have some great sex afterwards, but this first spanking was what really turned me on.

Since Kate is a submissive at heart, she finds herself drawn to Dom’s strength and dominance. But she is also confused and slightly embarrassed by her reaction.

Kate likes the eroticism in his spankings and dominance.  They even make a rule where she gets spanked every time she rolls her eyes at Dom. But Dom agrees to make them fun spankings, and she agrees whole heartedly.

I am also very aroused by spankings and shows of dominance from my husband. We are walking a very fine line between spanking eroticism, and Domestic Discipline. And it works for us.

Just like it works for Kate and Dom in their new relationship.

There are also scenes where Dom gives Kate guidelines and takes charge, like when he takes over the move from her apartment to take some of the pressure off her. He reads her very well. (Then again, he is a 500 year old vampire, and not your typical human male.) Kate doesn’t appreciate his taking charge at times, but she also feels safe under his leadership. A conundrum for any woman today.

Kate even asks Dom to help her with her eating habits, like cutting wheat from her diet, because she wants him to set boundaries. She seeks accountability, not tyranny.  This builds her strength, and enables her to help herself.

This is what I long for in my DD relationship; protection, boundaries, strength, and helping me to help myself.  I am a grown woman, who needs to know that I can protect myself. But it sure does help to know that my safety net is there, or that my coach will give me a little push when I need it.

Though Kate submits easily to Dom, this doesn’t make her weak. It just shows that Dom is stronger, more experienced, and willing to be there for her.  Dom is the safety net, the protective wall.  He doesn’t imprison her with his dominance, but he protects her from others and herself.

I also liked the confrontation scene in the restaurant. When Kate’s meal isn’t done correctly, she fears confronting the waiter. But Dom gives her a push. Dom doesn’t do it for her, he doesn’t talk to the waiter, but he tells Kate he knows she has the strength in her to speak up for herself. So she does. The food is fixed properly, no harm, no foul. I loved that scene. She stood up for herself, and didn’t get hurt. Yeah, Kate!

I have been such a people pleaser for so much of my life, that it is hard for me to confront others. I can see Kate’s fears and totally empathize with them.

I can also relate to her desire for consistency.

In one scene, Kate gets in a lot of trouble because she forgets to put down the shades, hurting Dom. This could have killed him or his friends, and he had been very firm in that one rule. Shades down when the sun is out.

With Renee’s permission, I’ll post the punishment scene at the end.

It is INTENSE!

But it is completely necessary. Kate desires consistency, safety, and an environment in which she can grow, and be protected if need be. Boundaries are as necessary as food and water.  If Dom had not reacted with a firm punishment, I think she would have resented him for it.

This is how I feel when my husband is inconsistent with me.  Consistency means safety, both physically and emotionally.

Though her punishment is hard, she toughs it out, because she really is stronger than she gives herself credit for, and she has already agreed that she made a huge mistake. She desires his consistency.

I really liked Kate, and found a lot of myself in her.  Her erotic needs, her spanko desires, her submissiveness, her desire for boundaries, while also being appreciated for her own strength and abilities- they all mirror my own desires and needs.

I loved this book. I really enjoyed connecting with Kate. And I think we share a lot more than just a name.

Here is the yummy punishment scene, I was talking about. Very delicious, especially if you have any spanko in you.  🙂

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Kate’s knees were jelly. She tripped down the stairs and into Dom’s bedroom with her heart pounding in her throat. Oh God. There was a belt on the bed. She was sure it was purposeful. This was it.

Her first real punishment spanking. She didn’t count the time he spanked her to tears over snapping at him, because he hadn’t really been angry then and he had done it to relieve her stress. This time he was angry—she could tell. She paced around the room, tears choking her. Her face burned with the pressure of them. She sat on the bed and started to cry.

The door opened and Dom filled the doorway, holding a wooden spoon. She stood up and ran to him, clutching his arm so he could find her in space. “Dom, I’m so sorry. I was in a hurry and I just totally forgot that I’d opened the shutters.” Her tears started up fresh again.

To her surprise, he wrapped his arms around her and held her tight. She sobbed into his chest. When she had calmed down a bit, he drew her away and looked in her direction, although his blind eyes missed focusing on her eyes. They were a horrible sight—bloody mucous was oozing out of the inner and outer corners of his eyes and the whites were completely bloodshot. His skin was as red as a lobster, like a redhead who’d spent all day at the beach without sunscreen. Some places had weeping blisters.

“Kate, there’s no excuse for your irresponsibility. I thought I made it clear how serious it was to leave the shutters closed.”

“You did,” she choked. “You absolutely did. I know and I feel so bad,” her voice broke again and she drew in several hiccupping breaths.

Dom just waited.

“Are you going to spank me?” she asked in a whisper.

“What do you think I should do?” he asked quietly.

Ah. This was the consent piece, again. He wasn’t going to hurt her without her permission. Of course she didn’t want to be spanked. Especially not with his belt. But she’d caused him to be badly hurt and she felt absolutely horrible about it. And spanking was the solution on the table. She leaned her forehead against his chest and nodded. She couldn’t bring herself to say the words—to actually ask him to spank her. He understood.

“Take off your clothes,” he commanded.

He went to the bed, reaching his legs in front of him tentatively, until one of them hit the edge of it. He sat down, turning his face in her direction.

Knowing he was blind somehow made stripping off her clothes a little easier, but not that much. There was something about baring herself to be punished that made her feel so very small and vulnerable.

“Can I just pee first?” she asked in voice that sounded too squeaky.

He nodded without comment. He still looked so stern and remote. Her thighs trembled as she peed and her breath was coming in quick little gasps. She returned and stood in front of him, her belly doing flip flops. He still held the wooden spoon in one hand. He felt for her hips and then pushed her across his knee, with her head resting on the bed.

There was no waiting in anticipation this time. It wasn’t a game. He started immediately spanking hard with the spoon, taking her breath away with the thud of it. She gasped and squirmed. He threw his free leg over to scissor hers so that she was firmly pinned across his knee. It was worse than any spanking he’d given her, and this was just the warm up. As the burn increased, she struggled harder to escape the punishing smacks of the wooden spoon. It seemed he was applying it all over her already burning bottom—smarting every inch until she imagined it was as red as his burnt skin.

“Please, Dom!” she was starting to panic. “Stop! Please!” Fear had welled up in her. She couldn’t possibly take any more, she was sure of it. And he was so angry, he was sure to overdo it. And that wasn’t even considering his vampire strength. Oh God, were his fangs out? He’d warned her to be careful of him when he was angry. She was flipping out completely. She reached a hand back to block the spoon and felt Dom’s body jerk in response. He snatched her wrist and pinned it behind her back.

“Do not reach, Kate! I could break your fingers that way.” Then he gave her five of the hardest spanks she had ever felt. She screamed bloody murder the whole time, trying in vain to get free of his merciless hold.

He lifted her abruptly onto her feet, then and rubbed her bottom. She was completely agitated and confused. “Go stand in the corner. I think you need a break,” he said in the most ordinary tone, as if he hadn’t just spanked the living daylights out of her.

 

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Renee Rose, erotic romance author, did not come out of the closet as a spanko until she published her spanking romance, Betrothed. A lifelong writer, she has a B.A. in creative writing from Knox College, where she won the Davenport prize for both fiction and poetry, and the Lorraine Smith prize for literary criticism.  She spent thirteen years in technical writing before she found a way to incorporate her deepest darkest spanking fantasies into fiction and express a part of her that longed to see the light. She is now passionate about supporting others in accepting and exploring their kink, whatever that may be.  Leave a comment on her blog at www.reneeroseromance.com and join the conversation!

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No romance story is complete without a spanking!

A blurb about Kate and Dom’s next short story, Deathless Discipline

Although spankings top the list of Kate’s favorite activities with her vampire husband Dom, they are usually the highly erotic foreplay to making mind-bogglingly amazing love.

Not this time. Dom feels that he must lay down the law when Kate not only stays out much longer than she planned and doesn’t answer his calls, but also lies to him about it. There’s only one thing to do—give her a long, hard, bare-bottom discipline spanking that she will not soon forget.

Follow these characters from Renee Rose’s full-length novel Deathless Love as their relationship continues to grow!

A bonus short story called Mary Catherine Learns Her Lesson is also included, which takes place at the No Return nightclub featured prominently in Deathless Love.

 

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He is in charge of the garbage.

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Hubby and I had another power struggle moment this morning, and guess what?

He won.

Again.

Have I mentioned how much I like it when he wins our little battles of wills?

I know, it’s kind of silly. I am a strong willed, intelligent woman. I will not let myself be bullied. But for some reason, I like the power struggles my husband and I have, especially when he stands up to me. He exudes his manly strength, and I try to put up a fight, and eventually swoon.

We were outside, discussing the junk under our porch. Since we are having our daughter’s birthday party next weekend at our house, it became very necessary to get rid of all that crap.

I was adament that all that stuff would not fit in our garbage can.

He was firm in telling me that he would take charge of the garbage can, and all things garbage related.

I may have pouted a little at this point, and stomped my foot (just a little bit), when I whined that I would not be able to get any garbage from the house into the can, if he filled it up with his nasty garbage. (Can you picture it? I am the poster child for petulant glares)

He took me into his arms, and looked me dead in the eye, and said,

“I am in charge of the garbage. You will not have to worry about it. DO YOU UNDERSTAND?”

OMG, that nice little feeling of warmth spread through my whole body.

“Yes, Sir,” I said quietly, and wrapped my arms around him.

Then he reminded me that even though I felt the need to control the situation, I would have to try to relinquish and trust him.

I have not felt this submissive in a while.

Or this turned on. 🙂

I can’t wait for our next little battle.