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Am I a Candidate for Age Play?

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LOL, this question has been bugging me for a few months now.

It’s not that I am don’t have the potential to be an AP’er.

Actually, I am one of the youngest people in every group I belong in- either by age or by actions.

I have always been a child at heart. I delight in dancing and singing, skipping, jumping, and climbing trees. I love playing, and I love the freedom that comes from just being me.

My good friends, Corinne and Renee confirmed for me last year, that my spirit animal is the otter.

Some of the associations with the otter are:

  • Creativity
  • Imagination
  • Laughter
  • playfulness
  • curiosity
  • joy
  • love of the young

This fits me perfectly!

But I also live in the conflicting reality that I am a 41 year old wife, SAHM, and mother to two children. (whom I love with all my heart!)

My responsible side tells me

“there is no room for such frivolities or foolishness.

“You are in charge. Stop playing. Mold these little minds. Clean the house. Put on some cool clothes and jewelry (and Heaven forbid, some makeup!) like the other moms.

Stand on the side and watch the children play. Catch up on the gossip. Compete with the other mommies, and make sure they know how much better you are at your job.”

And for the last time, please do something with your unpainted toe nails- jeesh!

Grow up already!”

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But the truth is:

I like playing with the kids.

I prefer to not listen to the drama and gossip.

I like not competing- unless it’s a sport. If you want to go for a run, I will toast your *ss! 🙂

Oh, and I love charades!

The problem is that I haven’t found a way to explore this new dynamic yet. I know, because of my responsibilities, I need to find a happy medium between play and work.

I think my husband may even be starting to get the picture that I need some “little” time.

He spanked me, the other night, for “acting like a brat”. His words EXACTLY!

This is a story for another time, because there is a lot that came from that one word. But I’ll tell you. It did something to me. It opened up a need that I have been pushing down for a very long time.

I still don’t quite understand what this need is, or what it entails, or even if we will explore. But I know it is there. And my husband is getting the picture.

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So guess what I am doing today?

In honor of the movie “Frozen” coming out on DVD, I am hosting a (very last minute!) viewing party for my daughters’ friends.

We will eat pizza and cupcakes.

We will watch the movie and laugh and giggle.

We will dance and sing at the top of our lungs to songs like “Let it go.” *****

And you know what? I won’t be embarrassed to be myself. Because the kids don’t judge me. They accept me for who I am.

A child at heart.

And hopefully after today, the coolest mom in the neighborhood! 😉

(If you have never heard this song, please go listen to it. It is amazing! The words are so meaningful. They are what inspired me to write this post this morning. And if I have more time later, I will write more. I’m not sure if I am allowed to post the link here. So if anyone sees a problem with this, please let me know, and I will delete it.

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=L0MK7qz13bU

But here are some of the words that touched me the most. 

Update.

I don’t want to get into any trouble for posting lyrics, so I’m going to have to delete this next section.  But you can see the lyrics if you do a google search. 🙂

They are beautiful!

Thanks! 🙂

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Spanking Round Table- The DD Relationship as it Ages

I am so glad Patricia Green is hosting this month’s Spanking Round Table. She combines her wisdom, experiences, and creativity to come up with awesome discussions! Today’s posts are going to be very interesting.

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When I started thinking about my post, I worried that I might not have much to contribute. Hubby and I have only been doing LDD for a few years now.  We are both in our early 40’s, have been married for fifteen years, and are firm believers of equal rights between sexes.

But we do have a division of labor:

  • I work from home, and help raise our children.  He works outside the home.
  • I clean the house. He does the edging and trimming, and anything involving bugs, spiders or really high ladders.
  • We talk about our goals and plans together.
  • But he makes the final decisions. And I submit to those decisions. (usually without any resentment )

So how did we get from former military officers (I even outranked him for a few months! 🙂 ) to the clearly delineated roles we have today?

Kicking and screaming, of course!!

LOL, I’m kind of kidding.

Kind of.

In all seriousness, my husband tried to take charge of certain aspects of our relationship, over the years. But I always fought it.

Tooth and nail.

If he suggested I clean up the kitchen, I would roll my eyes, and insinuate (most passive aggressively) that he do it himself.

If he had even DARED to suggest submission or discipline, ten years ago, I would have called him a ton of very unkind words, and would have filled his shoes with the gross stuff our dogs left in the back yard.

A lot has changed in the past five years.  We have grown. I have grown.

LOL, I saw this picture, and had to share it! It’s so me! 🙂

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Several years ago, I accepted the fact that I wanted to not only be a homemaker, but that I wanted to serve my husband.  This was not very politically correct, but it was still something I wanted to do.

I also discovered my other side- my spanko nature.  Even though it made me nervous to express my needs for dominance, and for boundaries, I truthfully explained it to him.  And he accepted the role that I had been fighting for years.

I realized that submitting to him did not make me weak.  He realized that being the HOH (Head of Household) , meant greater responsibility and greater potential for love.

We have had our ups and downs, as we have grown into our roles. But we have come so far in the past two years, that I feel truly blessed to have a husband willing to enter this relationship with me.

LDD is not for everyone.

And it wasn’t for me, ten years ago.

But the maturity and trust that grew within us over the years, enabled us to try this new adventure.

Today, I am a homemaker and submissive wife, who loves and thrives in her duties.  My husband laughed when I showed him this part.  Ok, being at peace in my relationship and duties, doesn’t mean I have a consistently  ‘Pollyanna’ attitude.  I have been known to get a bit ornery at times. 🙂

But here is what I know:

When I lose control or over-react to a situation, I know that my husband will help me. He protects me from myself.  He sets boundaries. He empowers me with a firm push when I am feeling down.  And sometimes, he spanks me.

I am not sure where we will be in twenty and thirty years.  I do know that he will be in charge of our relationship, and he will be my lover and protector. I know that he will make the tough decisions, so I don’t have to. And I trust that he will keep me safe.

I hope that we will be more comfortable with experimenting in the bedroom.  Spanking has opened in me a desire to try different things with him, and when he is ready, we will try them out. 🙂

DD, spanking especially, has opened both of us up to some new sexual experimentation.  I hope that we will continue to explore our relationship and our sexual sides as we mature.  He is already more willing to try new things, and I may decide to take his nickname (Mr. Vanilla) away, if he keeps progressing as he has. 🙂

Wow! Who would have thought one little phrase, “I want you to spank me”, could open us up to so much change in our relationship.

Things have changed so much over these past few years. I know the future has even more to offer us, if we keep our minds open and if we are willing to honestly communicate our desires.

I am looking forward to aging gracefully with my dominant husband (who looks even sexier now with his beard and a few greys!), and can’t wait to explore with him.

But for the time being, we are living our relationship one day at a time.

One spanking at a time.

🙂

Thanks for coming by!

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Christmas Blessings – music

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I had a huge blessing last week!

I remembered the music inside my heart.

I had pushed it aside for a while, after leaving our church.

It just hurt too much to sing.

But singing has always been a part of my life.

Some of my favorite memories are of my sister and I singing duets, and singing with my family.  I love music. It warms my heart, feeds my soul, opens me to love.

Now, I’ll be perfectly honest. I am not a lead singer, and I will never be on Broadway.  But I do love to harmonize. Thirds and fifths come naturally to me. I adore the beauty of a three and four part chorus.

A few weeks ago, I was told about a cool application (Audacity.com) that allowed me to record my voice, and then add harmonies!

I had so much fun!

I made several songs for a dear friend’s mother, and for a few other close friends.

They were meant to be blessings to them.

But it turns out, they blessed me more than I could have ever imagined.

I loved creating the recordings, and re-recording new harmonies.

But they were far from perfect.

In fact, there were places where my tone wavered, my key shifted, (my nose sniffled), I went slightly off pitch, and the background noise from the cheap laptop microphone drowned out the music.

LOL, I even forgot the words a few times! 🙂

I sang, harmonized, tweaked, formatted, scrunched up my nose a ton (technology and new applications are really not my forte), re-sang– and enjoyed every minute of it!

And I sent the songs out, as they were. Imperfect. Flawed. But given from my heart, with joy and love.

I am sharing some of them here, in the hopes that someone else may be as blessed as I was.

These are only partial songs. (Sorry, I did not know all the words for a lot of them. LOL, I should have just sang “Deck the Halls… Falalala, la lalala!” ) 🙂

Music brings life to my soul, and joy to my heart.   I hope it will do the same for you!

Feel free to lurk. There’s no need to comment.

Blessings and hugs!

Happy Holidays!

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silent-night

Silent Night

oh holy night

Oh Holy Night

noel

The First Noel

oh little town

Oh Little Town of Bethlehem

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Oh Come All Ye Faithful

away in a manger

Away in a Manger

ill be home for christmas

I’ll be Home For Christmas

Spanking Round Table – Domestic Discipline

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I have been eagerly awaiting this month’s round table discussion on Domestic Discipline!

In fact, I have been so excited to share my journey and thoughts on DD that I waited until the last minute to write my post! It wasn’t that I was procrastinating. It’s just that there were so many possible things for me to talk about.

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I could have talked about my initial fears of being unaccepted, or laughed at when I explained my needs to my husband.

I could have talked about my need for the grey area between DD and sexuality.

I could have very intimately explained, how close we came to divorce, because of our fights and poor communication at the beginning of our DD journey.

I even thought about talking about the difference between fantasy and reality in our DD relationship.

But each of these sub topics will be saved for another day.

Because I had a few defining DD moments with my husband this week.  And in my desire to keep my posts real, I’m going to share these moments with you instead.

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If I were asked to describe Domestic Discipline a few years ago, I would have said,

“The HOH (in my case, it is my husband) takes charge of the family, and his wife.  He makes the decisions; he leads by example; he makes rules; and he punishes (spanks) when the rules are not followed.”

There you go.

Cut and dry.

My DD expectations in a nutshell.

To be led

To have rules

And to be held accountable

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As we both grew into our roles, we both realized that neither of us needed a tough, rulemaking, no “if’s and or but’s” dictator.

I thought I wanted him to make tough decisions for me.

I thought I wanted him to force me to bend to his will.

I thought I wanted rules- lots of rules—with consequences! (Spanking consequences, of course).

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As it turns out, I am aroused by many of his spankings.  It sometimes is a sexual thing for me.

So it has made it difficult to blur the lines between sexy and authoritative.

But after a year and a half of tweaking, we have finally found a rhythm that suits both our needs.

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I have learned that he needs my respect and love as much as I need attention.

If I want his attention in the form of a spanking, I need to ask for it.  If I brat and manipulate my way into a spanking, it makes us both feel badly.  The spanking has not served its purpose- to bring us closer together.

Sometimes, I need a quick attitude adjustment, though.  I tend to get hypoglycemic (and veeeeeeery ornery) when I don’t eat on time.

We don’t have many official rules. Mostly, we stick to the D’s (Disrespect and dishonesty being the two biggest.)

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Last night, hubby came home to me frantically trying to keep noodles from bubbling out of the pot, sauce from messing up the whole kitchen, and coaxing the little people to “try it, you’ll like it”.  (My many talents do not include food preparation, unfortunately. 🙂 )

I was crabby, unfed, and frazzled. And he was over ten minutes late!

I refused to look at him or acknowledge him with more than a quick grunt, and an “about time” muttered under my breath.

He hugged and greeted the kids, turned off the stove, and said, “Mommy and I will be right back”, and led me (grumbling the whole way about burnt pasta being on his conscience) into the bedroom.

After deciding that I did not have a good reason for my attitude, he bent me over the bathroom sink, and gave me 5 of the hardest swats he has ever given me.

This gave me something to think about.

  1.  He had totally been holding back during all those other hand spankings. These swats actually HURT! And they were over my jeans. Heaven forbid, he had pulled them down, like he sometimes does.
  2. He has come a long way, since that first, “Am I hurting you?” spanking.

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He explained that he didn’t appreciate coming home to a crabby wife that wouldn’t even hug him or tell him that she missed him.

I almost cried.  He has grown over these past few years, with respect to his communication. What would have been a grunt and a “back away quietly into his man cave”, became a quick articulation of his feelings.

This snapped me out of my funk.  I hugged him and apologized for being so mean and disrespectful to him.

We walked out and finished making dinner. He dished up my bowl, and commanded me to

“EAT.”

He even kept the little bitties engaged, so I could eat in peace. Yes, I shoveled gluten free pasta and ground beef with sauce faster than you can say, ‘Jack Sprat ate no fat’.  And in a few minutes, I felt better.

I was very thankful for his help in this. A few years ago, I would have pushed and pushed, until we were both miserable.

All it took was a quick spanking, a hug, and some loving communication.

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We had another defining DD moment, 30 minutes later.

I had lain down to snuggle with my sweet little angels, before bedtime, and decided it was so nice and comfy, that I would remain after they left.  Even though it was only 7:15 pm, I was willing to stay there, wrapped up in warm blankets, pretending to snooze for the rest of the night.

But hubby didn’t let me.

He made me get up!

LOL, I have always wanted to pout and complain about my hubby “making” me do something, but the truth is, he has never actually “made” me, or forced me to do anything in my life.

Even the few times, I have acted like I have not wanted a spanking, I willingly went over his lap.  It was a façade of non-consensuality.

Everything we do in our relationship is consensual.

So when he came into the bedroom, and saw me still snuggled in bed, even though my snuggling counter parts had already left for their own beds, he hugged me and announced,

“Ok, it’s not time for bed yet.  The kitchen still needs to be cleaned up. Then you can relax for the night.”

Several years ago, I would have told him where to shove the dirty dishes, informed him he was a grown man, and told him that he should take care of the &!% kitchen himself!

But to be perfectly honest, I agreed to take on the role of home duties, and even asked him to hold me accountable for its upkeep. Several weeks earlier, I had even begged him to not let me leave the kitchen dirty at night time. It stressed me out to wake up to a pile of dirty dishes and old food.

And to his credit, he held firm. I have had three nights where I have just not felt like doing my task, and he has nicely called me on it.

One night, when I was sick, he mentioned that he would let the kitchen duties go for the night because I was not feeling very well.

My feminist friends would have had a field day with this! They would have hollered about equal rights and said that he should have gotten off his lazy *ss and done the kitchen himself. And a few years ago, I would have agreed with them.

But now, I am at a point, where I like the stability of having our set roles. I like my roles. I like knowing that he cooks on the weekends (Hallelujah, decent food finally!). I like knowing that I have duties that need to be performed. I like having consequences.

Guess what the biggest consequence is to my cleaning up the night before?

  • I feel better about myself.
  • I am happier and less stressed in the morning.

I like rules and consequences- they make me feel safe.

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If I were to leave the kitchen messy for longer than a day (due to sickness or any other good excuse), he would step in, and take over the task.  But I have asked him not to, unless absolutely necessary.

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This is for one big reason. It empowers me. These accomplishments energize my soul.

He has never made me do anything I did not want to do.

But he does empower me to:

  • Stop and think
  • “Pull up my bootstraps”
  • Work to the best of my abilities
  • Fulfill my duties

His strength is my strength.

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Though I may complain about him every once in a while, because he is still rather vanilla, and has to be reeeeeeeally coaxed into trying new things, (bedroom things, spanky things, new implements…).

I appreciate him, and his willingness to journey with me.

Domestic Discipline is not for everybody.

There are many different ways to embrace the lifestyle.

Our journey is our own, and will keep changing as our lives change.

Sometimes, I still fantasize about rules and dominance and my HOH talking to me like a Dom. But I am happy with the path we have followed and the progress we have made.

This is our DD life.

I’m happy we could share it with you!

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Ok, now that I’m done with my post, I need to get to the ironing!

Mean old hubby is MAKING me iron his work shirts. 😉

He even spanked me last week, when he had no unwrinkled shirts in his closet! (The horror!)

I’m going to ask him for another spanking tonight!

But first, I’ll go iron a few shirts 🙂

Happy spankings!

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If you haven’t already checked out the fantastic introduction post by this month’s host, Corinne Alexander, head over, and check it out!

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Thankfulness 2013- The Bully Effect

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Today’s post may be a little deeper than I had originally intended, but bear with me please. I want to talk about something that is important to me.

It’s the topic of bullying.

We hear about child bullying, and the devastating impact it has on its young victims.  But what we don’t often hear about is adult bullying.  It actually happens more often than we realize.

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Here are some general types of adult bullies:

(Taken from Bullyingstatistics.org)

  1.  Narcissistic Adult Bully – Self-centered and not sharing of empathy. Feels good about self when putting others down.
  2. Verbal Adult Bully– Uses sarcastic or demeaning language to dominate or humiliate someone. This can lead to emotional and psychological stress and / or depression.
  3. Impulsive Adult Bully – Spontaneous acts, and unplanned bullying due to their own personal stress.

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Bullying is so damaging to the soul.

I know because I was bullied by someone very close to me, as a child. And again, recently by an adult from the same social and professional circle.

It took me a long time to get over the pain and humiliation; the feeling of worthlessness, the embarrassment of knowing that I was not strong enough to confront these actions; the hopelessness that I had no value because of the demeaning and condemning treatment of this bully.

But I am posting today with a thankful heart, and a strong voice.

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  •  I am not worthless.
  •  I will not allow myself to be put down by someone else’s words.
  •  I am a woman of strength and value, and will choose to accept what comes into my heart.
  •  I choose whether to take unacceptable, degrading words from another; or to walk away – it is my choice, and this cannot be taken from me.
  •  I choose to believe in myself.
  •  And I choose to speak up.

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Bullying, no matter the form: Verbal, nonverbal, child, adult, man or woman – IS NOT ACCEPTABLE!

I am NOT thankful for the bullies in my life, but I am thankful for receiving the gift of growth from these events.

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After taking time off from the groups I had been so afraid to reenter, I learned that I was stronger than I had ever given myself credit for.

I made friends– true friends who accept me for who I am (quirky flaws and all 🙂 ).

I learned that I have a voice, and I can make it heard.

I learned to set boundaries for acceptable and not acceptable behavior.

And finally, I learned not to be ashamed to ask for what I want or need.

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Asking my husband for a stress relief spanking, is a lot easier now that I understand the validity of my needs.  Sometimes, it’s embarrassing to be vulnerable. But I have finally realized that vulnerability towards a loved one, especially my spouse, does not make me less of a woman.  It doesn’t define me.  And with the strength that I am slowly building, I am becoming more and more comfortable speaking my mind and voicing my concerns.

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I am thankful for the growth and healing – that has come from these painful events. I am thankful for the scars. They don’t define me. I define myself.

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stay strong no bullying

Thanks for listening!

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Here are a few more pics that I found. I hope you see one that you like.  If you have any other great pictures or links about this important topic, please share.

Blessings, love, and safe community!

-Katherine

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noone can make you feel inferior

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say out loud love and no bullying

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Update:

After I finished this post, I went online to search for a bit more about adult bullying.

Here are a few other interesting links.

http://www.bullyingstatistics.org/content/adult-bullying.html

http://www.huffingtonpost.com/sue-scheff/adult-bullying-harassment_b_4256954.html

http://www.pbs.org/thisemotionallife/topic/bullying/adult-bullying

http://shine.yahoo.com/healthy-living/adult-bullying-and-how-to-stop-it-.html

http://www.themercury.com.au/news/tasmania/today-tassie-takes-a-stand-wear-blue-and-say-no-to-bullying-and-add-your-name-to-the-list-below/story-fnj4f7k1-1226727938287

Here is a really cool charm bracelet that I found!

http://www.antibullyingpledge.com/

Thankfulness 2013- DD, Hubby, and Life – Unscripted

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I had a wonderful, sentimental, gushy post (mostly) ready to go this morning.

 It was about my husband of fifteen years, and the recent start of our DD journey.  And though it was a little ‘over-kill sweet’, I was still prepared to go with it.

All it needed was a little editing, and then I would post it. 

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I kissed hubby and the kids, and waved to them as they left for school. (They have started chanting “Bye, mommy, we love you!” as they drive away.  It’s silly and fun, and it totally starts my day off on a great note!)

But my day of tweaking, planning and blog posting was short lived, when our minivan decided to fritz out on me.  I had to take it to the dealership, after the “check engine” and “image of a car swerving down the road” lights went on.

So I drove twenty minutes to the dealership.

Where I sat.

And waited.

For three hours!

(Luckily, I had the foresight to ask them to drop me off at the nearest book store, which made my waiting a bit more comfortable)

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Then I went back to the dealership, and was told my van needed extensive repairs, and that I would need to get myself a rental car.

So I waited for the Enterprise guy to come pick me up.

And waited.

For another hour!

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By this time, it was 2 pm—almost time to pick up my first child from school. I called a friend and asked her to get her for me, sure that I would still make it on time to pick up my second daughter an hour later.

This was not the case, either.

By the time, the young man finally came with my car, I was a nervous ball of energy, fighting tears, and trying to figure out how to get to my baby in time.

Long story short, the school kept her in the office, and I made it, only a few minutes late.  But I did break down a tad bit at the car dealership. And I may have used a few choice words that nice women don’t usually use in public.

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After picking up my kids, we returned home, got out of the car, walked up the sidewalk, and promptly 180’d back to the rental car.

I had forgotten the house keys in our car—which was still at the dealership—20 minutes away.

We got back in the car, and I laughed so hysterically, I think my eyes almost bugged out of my head. My children thought I was nuts, but decided it would be fun to laugh along with me. So we all laughed manically for a good solid 2 minutes.

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You are probably asking what this has to do with my original post. What does this have to do with being thankful for my husband?

And I can answer in one word.

EVERYTHING!

You see, I had this perfectly sweet, sentimental post ready to go. It talked about our hardships with DD.

How he laughed in surprise when I first asked him to spank me a few years ago.

It talked about our role playing in the bedroom.

I explained how – for every step forward, we took two steps back.

The very beginning of our DD relationship was difficult.  I bratted and resented him for not taking me in hand.

He resented me for forcing him into it.

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And then, something clicked.

We started listening to each other.

We both stopped demanding, and started giving.

I stopped emasculating him.

He took charge and I let him.

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This was what I was going to talk about. But life got in the way today.

So here’s what happened behind the scenes, unscripted—real life.

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As my frustration built, over the course of the long day, I found myself wanting to lash out at hubby, to project my anger somewhere safe.  I even called him a few times to vent at him.

And to his credit, he accepted my venting, and empathized with my situation.

(It sucked! Of course, he empathized.)

But he only let me go so far in my “getting worked-upedness” as he likes to call it.

He put a stop to it, at one point, and told me to grab a pen and paper, and start writing down my story ideas.

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“What do you mean, story ideas?!?” I quietly screeched into the phone (Yes, it is possible to quietly screech).

He chuckled, “You always have a story idea, whatever you do. Write them down, and I’ll take a look at them later.”

“Really?” I bit my bottom lip out and grinned hopefully before realizing he really couldn’t see me over the phone. (But everyone else in the waiting room could, so I toned it down.)

“Yeah, I’ll take a look at it later.”

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We hung up, and I knew I could make it through the afternoon.

UNTIL the Enterprise fiasco.

By 2 pm, I was agitated again, and hyper texting. (This is where you just start texting someone whatever pops in your mind, because you are strung out, and it’s your only safe outlet)  I was going back and forth between hubby, and my friend Nikki.

At one point, I sent hubby a text meant for my friend.

I asked her to send me energy because I felt like starting a fight with hubby and forcing him to “take action” later.

As soon as I sent it, I realized my mistake, and texted him to disregard.

He obliged.

I received a text from him a few moments later,

‘This is Nikki. Not (hubby).  Don’t try to force his hand. Bad mojo.’

It was just the kind of light hearted moment I needed at that moment. Hubby pretending to be my friend, and texting me a message “from her”.

LOL, I thought the message was legitimate at first, but he couldn’t take it anymore, and let me in on the joke. (I’m not much of a tech person. So I would have believed this one if he had let me go for a while)

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The day is finally over.  The rental car is parked safely in our driveway, the kids are in bed, and I am due for a night of good old fashioned “maintenance”.  Not because I am being punished in any way, but because we both know I could really use some time over his knee and in his arms.

Then again, if he finds out about my F-bomb at the dealership, he may decide to add on to tonight’s agenda.  But I’ll take it.  I am grateful for him, and the life we share.

But it will take a lot of coaxing for me to be thankful for the car dealership and rental car people.   😦

OK, I really do need to post this now. I have just been given the ten minute warning before “discussion” time.

Thanks for joining me tonight!

See ya tomorrow!

🙂

New Book Promo for “Mastering Maeve” by Tara Finnegan.

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I am so excited to finally have Tara Finnegan on my blog!  She came today to tell us about her new book, Mastering Maeve.

I am reading it right now, and am loving it! Larry is sexy, authoritative, and handsome. Maeve is spirited, beautiful, and passionate.   As you can see by the beautiful cover!  The sparks between these two are amazing!

I adore the grandmother in this story, and loved her manipulations. (you’ll see what I mean when you read the excerpt Tara has provided!.  This Granny is a masterful puppeteer.

This is definitely a story you don’t want to miss!

Take it away, Tara!

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Hi Katherine, thank you so much for inviting me to come visit your blog, I’m delighted to be here and to share a little of Mastering Maeve.

One of the things I really loved about working on Mastering Maeve was incorporating Bridie, Maeve’s Granny. To me, she is typical of so many of the older generation of Irish women and was a total joy to write. It’s very hard for a young woman nowadays to imagine how tough things were for Irish women at the time. The system was very much aligned against them, and due to recessions etc, often it was very difficult for them to go to work outside the home. Therefore they were financially dependent and I suppose you could say a little under the thumb. But that was often very much only on the face of it, if you scratched the surface you would find some very clever women who ruled the roost with an iron fist and a wet dish cloth! They kept the wheels of the family turning, often against the odds and were truly admirable.

Because of that, what I’d like to share today isn’t one of the hot sexy spanking or love scenes. I’d really like to showcase a little of Bridie, and let your readers see how she is working everything behind the scenes, often very much to Maeve’s annoyance. I think she really adds colour to the book. I hope readers will agree.

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“It would be a lot easier to work with you if we could at least try to be friends,” Larry suggested hopefully.

“Let’s get one thing clear, Mr Williamson. I accept I may have brought a little of it on myself by slapping you first, but my friends are not in the habit of assaulting me in such an intimate manner, and if they did, I would no longer consider them friends. What I feel towards you right this minute is a small measure of gratitude that you are considering saving the hotel, coupled with enough knowledge of you not to push the boundaries again. Mainly though what I feel about you is fear, and fear will never be the basis for a friendship,” Maeve replied, her determined tone confirming the resoluteness showing in her stubborn chin. “And there is one thing I wish to make absolutely clear before we pursue any type of business arrangement, if you repeat that behaviour, I will press charges. I’m letting it pass this time because I lashed out first. And one other thing—I’d prefer if Granny was present for any future meetings; it is her business after all, not mine.”

“Perhaps you’re right, we can see if she is available now, or we can defer this until a time that is suitable for her,” Larry agreed. Maeve thought he looked a little relieved at getting the issue of the spanking out in the open and he even seemed to be regarding her with a grudging admiration.

“Give me five minutes to see what she’s up to,” Maeve quickly responded, clutching at the proffered straw, and went running off to find Bridie. She returned and suggested to Larry that they might be better relocating to the office where they wouldn’t be interrupted and that Bridie would meet them there.

“Maeve tells me you’ve changed your mind about investing,” she said with a smug smile stealing across her lips. Maeve knew that look; it was the look that said ‘I won.’

“Yes, ma’am, I think we can find a way to make it work, but we need to work out the fine details and I’d like to look over your accounts some more. Maeve here felt it would be more appropriate if we all three met together.” Larry gave her his most winning all-American guy smile.

Maeve shuddered. As if butter wouldn’t melt in his mouth, she thought. And Granny is falling for it hook, line, and sinker.

“Ok, son, now’s the time to tell you, I want to retire so it’s all the same to me if you keep this place going or the bank take it over, I’m too old to work. If you keep it going, it will be Maeve there you’ll be dealing with. I’m worn out.”

Maeve started spluttering; this was a fine time for the old dragon to announce her retirement. She always had to have the last word, and as for calling him son, only Bridie McNamara would call Larry Williamson the Fourth son and get away with it. Maeve couldn’t help wondering what the conniving old witch had up her sleeve this time. And now she had no comfort zone between herself and the spanking king.

“I’ll leave yiz to it. Maeve knows where everything is and you might as well get used to each other.” Without giving either Larry or Maeve a moment to get a word in edgeways, she was gone. Maeve could picture the self-satisfied smile that was most likely on her lips as she exited.

“What’s the witch up to now?” she thought aloud, forgetting that it was exactly that kind of comment that had gotten her in so much bother before.

“I thought I made it perfectly clear I didn’t want to hear such disrespect towards your grandma. I cannot believe we are having this conversation again so soon,” he said ominously.

“Yes, Mr Williamson, conversation and that’s as far as it goes,” Maeve warned. “Ok, if it makes you so unhappy, I’ll keep my thoughts about Granny to myself. I love her dearly, I owe her everything, but I know her a damn sight better than you. One day you’ll see her true colours and I promise to try not to laugh too loud when you do, so let’s drop the subject. It seems it’s pretty much you and me now, so can we work together?”

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Publisher’s Blurb:

Finished with college and unable to find a job in her chosen field, twenty-four year old Maeve O’Reilly saw little choice but to return to her hometown in Connemara and work in her grandmother’s hotel. Maeve has barely walked in the door, however, when she learns that the establishment is deep in debt and an American visitor is considering an investment which could be the only chance to avoid foreclosure.

That visitor turns out to be a tall, ruggedly handsome rancher by the name of Larry Williamson, a man whose dominant personality immediately puts him in conflict with the willful Maeve. When she slaps Larry across the face during a heated argument, Maeve learns to her horror that Larry is more than ready to haul her over his knee and back up his firm tone with a firm hand applied to her helpless bottom.

Larry might like to tell himself that he has chosen to move forward with the hotel investment only to avoid any legal difficulties stemming from the spanking incident, but he knows full well that there is only one thing in Ireland he is interested in right now, and that is a beautiful, feisty, sore-bottomed young lady named Maeve.

As the days pass, Maeve quickly finds her anger at Larry fading to grudging respect, and the memory of his chastisement begins to kindle a powerful need within her… a need only the arrogant, bossy Texan can satisfy. Maeve longs for Larry to strip her bare and claim her in a way no man has before, and when at last he does all she can do is beg for more. But will the wide gulf of the Atlantic and the hard realities of a long-distance romance tear the unlikely couple apart, or will they find a way to defy the odds and forge their passion into a lasting bond?

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

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Buy links

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About Tara Finnegan:

Accidental writer from the west of Ireland, Tara likes to write about strong, feisty modern day heroines who meet their match with even stronger spanking heroes where the sparks will fly.

When not writing, she is a wife, mother, taxi-service, gofer and general finder of lost items!

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Breeder Reader Contest – author Cara Bristol

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You could win a $50 Amazon gift certificate by entering the “Breeder Reader Contest” hosted by author Cara Bristol to celebrate the release of her new science fiction erotic romance, Breeder. To enter the contest, post a review of Breeder on Amazon, Barnes and Noble, Loose Id, Goodreads, or ARe and email the link to Cara Bristol by October 31, 2013.

Contest rules:

  • You will receive one contest entry for each review you post – two entries for an Amazon review. If you post all five places you’ll have six chances to win.
  • The review must be posted by October 31, 2013 to be eligible for the prize.
  • You must email Cara the links to the reviews. Send them to carabristol50 (at) yahoo (dot) com and put BREEDER READER CONTEST in the subject line.
  • The winner will be chosen by random drawing (random.org) and announced on November 1, 2013.
  • The winner will receive a $50 Amazon gift certificate.
  • For more information, refer to Cara Bristol’s blog.

Breeder blurb:

To secure his legacy, Commander Dak, a ruling Alpha of planet Parseon, purchases Omra, a breeder slave. He intends to impregnate her, produce a son, and hand her off to his anointed beta partner. As Dak and Omra discover a sexual bliss banned by law, he begins to question Protocol-sanctioned male domination, causing him to jeopardize his command and endanger the life of the woman he has come to love.

Breeder explores the concepts of gender roles and social prohibitions against deviant behavior. It includes graphic M/F and some M/M sexual content and domestic discipline.

Breeder Buy Link on Loose Id

Saturday Spankings – Claire’s Cookies

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I’m a virgin!

Not really. But this is my first Saturday Spankings. 🙂

And this is my first written story.

(I just sent it in for editing.  Wish me luck!)

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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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For my 8 sentences today, I am using a scene on the front porch of Claire’s apartment.  Nick and Claire have just finished their first dinner date, and he is dropping her off at her apartment.  Though Claire has acknowledged an interest in the “fetish” her roommate takes part in, she is too embarrassed to bring it into the open.

But with a nervous habit of speaking before thinking, she accidentally opens the door for some fun banter.

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“Would you like to come in? I have some fresh spanked cookies. Baked, I meant baked cookies!”

She felt her face flush, but continued to babble. “My roommate used a wooden spoon – not for me, the cookies!”

She closed her eyes and waited for the ground to swallow her up.

Nick took her chin into his palm and slowly raised her to meet his eyes, “Are you inviting me in for spankings and sex, Claire?” he said quietly with a twinkle in his eyes.
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Doing Time – In the Corner.

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9:30 pm Wed night.

He put me IN THE CORNER!

Hubby came into the bedroom wanting to know what had made me so grumpy earlier this evening.

I told him “Nothing”.  And continued typing on my laptop, pretending to ignore him.

(Yes, I was bit crabby. Unfortunately, I couldn’t remember why I was taking it out on him.)

He asked me again, more firmly.
“Nothing is wrong!” I replied a little bit louder.

Wrong answer, I guess.

He pulled me up, out of my chair, put my laptop on the bed, and walked me over to the corner in our bedroom, and said, “Stay.”

Holy crap!
I wasn’t even sure if he was serious, since we have NEVER even discussed corner time.

(Ok, I might have mentioned it once, when we started out, like 14-15 months ago, as a passing thought, “These are the kind of punishments you can give…”)

But we have never talked about it again. I’ve never mentioned how intrigued I have always been about it.

To be placed in the corner, like a naughty girl, was so arousing, yet so embarrassing and wrong at the same time!

My heart was in my throat, and my stomach danced with butterflies, as I sorted through all the conflicting emotions:

  • His sudden Dominance really turned me on.
  • I liked this feeling of submissiveness.
  • It was kind of humiliating to receive this kind of punishment.
  • How should I react?

He left right away, because the kids started coming downstairs from their beds, so he rushed to intercept them.

If they had come anywhere near the bedroom, I can tell you honestly, I would not have stayed in that corner. Or I at least would have pretended to be doing something important.

“Oh, darlings, just look at the difference in the coloring on these two walls. If you stick your nose right up into the corner, you can see that these are not symmetrical.  We must fix this as soon as possible!”

As it was, I didn’t stay anyway.   The corner was dirty, and there were still cords and charger plugs from the iron and my laptop, that I didn’t want to step on.

So I moved everything out of the way, just in case he was serious about following through.

Then I went to find him to apologize (and see if he had really meant it. Yes, I was testing. I’ll admit it).

He took one look at me when I came out, and growled, (Yes, he really did growl.)
“Why aren’t you where I told you to stay?”

(The kids were coming in and out of their rooms. I appreciated his cryptic question.)

“I didn’t know if you really meant it.” I pouted.

His scary, low voice replied, “I want you. Where I. put you. Wait there until I come and get you.”

Big gulp, and a slow trudge back to the icky, but now uncluttered corner.

I wondered if he would spank me for coming out, and how long he would leave me there.
Even more importantly, how long would I let myself stay there?  What if it was like an hour or so?  And why was I kind of aroused by all of this.

After maybe three to five minutes (long enough for my mind to wander into spanking territory, anyway), he came in, and told me I could come out.

I can honestly say, I felt pretty submissive. I finally explained the little things that had gotten me in my ill mood, including him being late and not calling.  He lectured me about respectful two way communication, and suggested a line. “Honey, next time you’re running late, would you please call me?”

Well, duh! That one hadn’t even crossed my mind.

And in answer to the next probable question. No there was no spanking.
Though I was kind of disappointed, (Is that weird?) I realized that I needed to adhere to my own rules.

I asked him to take charge, and be the Head of our Household.

I asked him to stop me when I’m being ugly.

I asked him to do 24/7 DD.

I asked him to make the tough decisions regarding discipline and communication.

If all I want is the spanking, then it’s just about play and sex, and we need to consider  a different route. Maybe D/S or BDSM in the bedroom only.

But…

If I’m going to follow through with this relationship, then I need to fully embrace it.

Even without the spankings.

Even with the confusing new additions, like cluttered, yucky corners.