However, I don't think your betrayal comes from being punished, but from the severity of the punishment. After I tried everything on again, Mom decided the pink and white dress would be best for dinner.
I could not believe the pretty young girl in the mirror was really me. If a man hurt me or threatened me, I have no doubt Adam would knock him to the ground if he had to, but I love the quiet strength he exudes. Number 3.
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He has a huge heart and is always so thoughtful and kind. He has a son he loves dearly. But, he has had an addiction to alcohol that has done irreparable damage to his body over the years. His poor parents are beside themselves. My heart is heavy this afternoon. I started smoking a few years ago.
Like every drug addict ever says, you think you will be the one who can just do it for fun every once in awhile. Of course, that was a lie. So, I told the doc the truth and he asked if I wanted help to quit. I absolutely hate the way antidepressants make me feel. I told him I did not want to take anything like that.
He had another idea for me, though. I was extremely skeptical. My mom got so excited when I told her what I was going to do, she drove over and picked me up and took me to the vape store and bought the pen and the nicotine stuff for me!
I am happy to report, I have not smoked a single cigarette since last Wednesday! A whole week!! Adam is so proud of me and it makes me feel so good. Adam has had no good reason to spank me or anything. I want to feel him on me, in me. I helped my mom clean her house and get it ready for company coming tomorrow. Her sister and brother in law my favorite aunt and uncle are coming to visit. We have church this evening. Church always helps me to refocus and center myself again.
Maybe I can sit and enjoy my tea while I fold the rest of this laundry. I will put up with a lot from family, friends, even strangers just to avoid causing any upset. I mentally check out when someone is yelling at me. As much as I hate admitting this, insults and assumptions people make about me can really get to me.
In a conversation with some women I met recently, we were discussing what everyone does for a living. One of them asked me how old my youngest child is and I told her, eight. I was put in a tough spot because these are all working women. Some of them are parents, too.
The truth is, I genuinely believe that a lot of the problems our children struggle with today are closely linked to having absent parents. So many kids leave for school by themselves and return home by themselves. Very few families that I know regularly have supper at the table together.
I have so much respect for single parents who are doing everything they can to give their children a better life. I do not fault families for their circumstances in life that force us all to make tough decisions. Cleaning her house, taking her to and from doctor appointments. These years with them are so precious and fleeting. Lady, kindly fuck off please.
And to the women out there like my grandma, who spent her whole life being a homemaker long before and after her children, you rock too. They got to me with their rude comments. I walked away feeling worth less than I know I am. I felt like a failure of a woman or something. Instead of standing up for myself like I should have, I let them say their opinions about me and left the conversation feeling vulnerable and hurt. Why do women do this to each other so often?
We went to a tractor pull and got our redneck on. We got back home Sunday night around midnight and then had to be up at am for an early morning appointment downtown. The appointment went the best it could have! She is officially in remission!!! My injured calf is doing great, too! The stress of everything piling up and nothing going as expected had been taking a heavy toll on me.
It appears we are finding our way back to our normal again. Think oz, as in Wizard of Oz. Small town Kansas. I have so enjoyed having my kiddos all to myself this summer. My kids are 8 and 10 years old. I know every parent says it, but I really do have great kids. I get told regularly how well behaved my kids are. Watching them grow is such a bittersweet privilege. I sometimes wish I could keep them little just a little longer. A 12 hour car ride is going to be miserable I think.
The one positive this injury has given me, is that Adam is babying the heck out of me. He just got back home from the store to get me some mint chocolate chip ice cream I was craving.
He came home from work and cooked us all supper too. I do miss his playful smacks on my bottom and our typical back and forth with tickles and any excuse to touch each other. Last night, he even shaved my legs for me and he painted my toenails! Can I get something for you?
Last night, my leg swelled way up and I was in so much pain I wanted to cry. Adam woke up when I came back to bed and saw me sitting up holding my leg. I put on a brave face and waited until morning to go visit my doc. It appears, I overdid it yesterday and caused a mild to moderate tear in my calf muscle to become a severe tear.
I actually have a pretty darned high pain tolerance. I do however, seem to have a pretty bad tear and was told I needed to take it easy for the next few weeks. This afternoon, I swept and mopped and vacuumed and cleaned the bathrooms and wiped down the window in the storm door. I got 3 loads of laundry done as well.
In my defense, this was all done before I went up to the hospital for the ultrasound. Not only has the doctor suggested I take it easy, but Adam has given me strict instructions to sit in the recliner with my leg iced. This sucks. I wonder if it would be okay to take the kids swimming? This was my handsome fur baby who I got long before I had any kids.
He was with me through both of their births and a miscarriage. There are so many different things people can be into. It is rather annoying how judgmental some folks are about what other consenting couples are doing. However, I have seen plenty of online conversations where others have chimed in with their holier than thou attitudes concerning other couples and their turn ons.
I feel genuinely sorry for those people because their sex lives must be absolutely bland or non existent. Clearly, I like to discuss my own take on incorporating DD and a little BSDM into Adam and my relationship. I expect there to be very few if any folks who always agree with how I like to do things.
Do I find some things to be a little weird? Feet gross me the hell out! To each their own though. I mean, why else would they be reading your blog? I also love to go to the gym and do weight training. On Friday, I pulled a muscle in my calf, but rather than taking it easy, I overdid it through the weekend. By Sunday night, I was laying on the couch with ice under my leg that was feeling like it was literally on fire.
After a restless and painful night, Adam insisted that I needed to have a doctor look at it. I could hardly walk and my calf was terribly swollen. So, I begrudgingly went into see the doctor. For that, I had to drive over to the hospital and limp from the parking lot inside. I was a little worried Adam would be upset with me for leaving, but he said he understood and just suggested that I could try to get it done tomorrow today if I wanted to.
I do feel much better than I did yesterday. If anyone has some questions or suggestions for me to write about, please feel free to leave me a comment! I rarely say any of them, but it has happened, and Adam has always respected my requests.
When it comes to spanking, there are also no safe words, however I realized just yesterday that there is one tiny phrase that Adam will pause for. I honestly have never consciously thought to vocalize those words as an attempt to stop, or even pause, a spanking. I love that Adam knew exactly what I needed. We are so deeply connected to one another, he can always read my body language. He gets me. What does submission really look like? Have you ever been stopped by the police? Maybe you were going too fast.
Maybe you had a taillight out. You find a place to safely pull over and you fumble through the glovebox for your insurance and registration. Do I admit I knew I was speeding? I was once pulled over when I was 16 years old for running a stop sign. We were both driving in the same town around the same block at the same time. He gave me a verbal warning and let me go. Things like that happen in marriage sometimes too. How much does he actually know? Is he talking about what happened yesterday, or does he know about that other thing?
I have choices to make in every situation like these. I can get angry and defensive. I can cry and plead. I can play dumb about it. Adam is always willing to listen to my side of the story. We do not always agree, though. Submission is pulling over when you see those red and blue lights flashing behind you.
If you choose to argue your case, you can go to court and do so, respectfully. That officer has the authority to put you in handcuffs and throw you in jail if you decide to escalate the situation. In the same way, my husband has the authority to discipline me if I refuse to cooperate respectfully.
I can still be in submission and argue my case if I just do it in the right way. Submission is something we all do everyday. We submit to the laws and the people who uphold them. We submit to our bosses. Submission is not something only weak or mindless people can do.
I think it takes strength to submit. It also takes integrity and good character to be worthy of submission. A tyrant can force others to physically submit to their will, but only those who have earned trust and respect are worthy of true submission of the heart, mind, and body.
For all of you believers and the secularists out there, I was recently asked about my own faith and how I reconcile that with my insatiable appetite for all things sexy. We have a marriage that those around us repeatedly tell us they envy. We bicker sometimes, occasionally really piss each other off, but no matter what, we never even think about ending our relationship. Divorce is NOT an option. We pray before meals, attend church, and are open about our faith.
We have a drawer full of toys and flavored lube. We regularly experiment with new places and positions. I had only one other sexual partner before my husband. He was selfish and used me like a plaything for his own pleasure without considering or caring for mine.
It was just something I did to keep my man interested and happy. He took care to make certain that I was enjoying it. He was cautious about doing anything that might hurt me, unless I specifically asked him for it. Adam has never cheated. Neither of us had a relationship with God before we got together.
Christians are so boring. God is actually pretty kinky! Ever read Song of Solomon?! Of course, the stipulation was marriage and commitment. God wants us to have as much kinky sex as we desire, within the confines of marriage. I believe God intends for a husband to be in authority over his wife. I believe husbands are to love their wife as Christ loves the church, so like, A LOT.
I feel safe, cherished, protected, loved, wanted, needed, adored when I give Adam the gift of my submission. Is it always easy for me? Read my blog post immediately ahead of this one lol. I want him, need him to love me enough to discipline me.
I think so. Not even close. But, I do not believe for a second that what we do in our relationship with each other is wrong or goes against Christ teachings. I care what God thinks. I care what my husband thinks. This is absolutely not her fault. She did nothing to bring this on herself.
I feel helpless. My stress and hormones are all over the place. The smallest things seem to set me off. I feel like my cup is too full. Even one extra drop of water and everything spills over. It was getting late, I was tired and grumpy. He was struggling and instead of being supportive, or even just walking away, I made him feel like crap. I reminded him of how incapable he was at similar tasks in the recent past.
After I had sufficiently crucified him, I finally walked away leaving him to fend for himself. I stepped outside and felt the summer night air. I listened to the locusts and watched an owl fly out of a tree and land on our fence. I opened my blog and began to read my own writings from just hours before. My heart softened and I began to realize how cruel and disrespectful I had just been to Adam.
I wished so badly I could take it all back. He sees a problem and he finds a solution. This is not the kind of problem he has any power to fight, though.
I went back inside and found Adam already laying in bed. He patted my side of the bed, the spot right next to him where I sleep every night. I walked over and climbed into bed and I laid my head on his chest and put my arms around his neck.
I wanted to tell him how sorry I was. Instead I laid there crying silent tears and trying to wipe them away before they fell on his chest and made him aware of my upset.
I failed miserably at submission last night. I am so very sorry for that. Those two little words can make me cooperate with just about anything Adam wants me to do. Wanna spank me? Want a blow job? Tell me what a good girl I am. Am I alone, or are there other ladies who love or would love to be told what a good girl they are? He loves to give me a couple good smacks and I love it when he does. So many emotions happen when his hand connects with my bottom.
Why is this behavior only a problem when he feels like correcting it? Clearly, I have some work to do in my submission. I know literally everyone who practices any form of DD will tell you that communication is number one. It loses all meaning if I have to beg, nag, or force it. Of course I understand why these thoughts need to be communicated to my husband. Any relationship is always a work in progress.
Then I figured like anything else it was over and would'nt come up again but it seemed as though we had grown apart and over the next few months he seemed to be depressed. And it all went back to that incident so we eventually went to see a DD couselor to help us cope with our problem.
We reviewed many different things such as cinnamon oil and birch.. The counselor told us that i am still harboring guilt and that between me and him we should work out how to rid me of that guilt, As well as help himm to overcome what has happened. We decided it would 10 hard slaps of the rubber slapper and he would choose the position and I was to be completly shaved and it would be the same as a spanking no moving or flinching or the stroke wouldn't count.
It was monday and I had four days and I was dreading it, as the week went on we didn't discuss it but I know we were both nervous. Finally friday came and Mike gets home and we eat dinner and he gets in the shower I'm thinking good maybe he forgot.
Just then he says "jennifer prepare yourself,you have 30 minutes" my mind starts racing, I have butterflies and Im really really nervous so I go upstairs and prepare myself the same as if I was getting spanked. To some people they would find that to be a little bit of an innappropriate punishment and to be honest we would have too before we had researced and experienced it. There was no after effects and no markings and it is very safe but I was very sore the next day and my guilt was gone and he no longer felt angry or depressed after that either.
Posted by Jennifer and Mike at PM 8 comments:. Back in the Victorian Era in the 's's figging was typically used as a form of punishment. I want a husband who will love me enough to punish me. Re: My First Caning - painful beyond belief Post by NateG » Wed Sep 05, am Tabitha, I am sorry this was a bad experience for you.
On why you feel betrayed? Do you think he swung harder than necessary or expected? Do you feel the punishment unwarranted? You may be justified etc, but I would like to know why you feel that way. The cane can definitely be painful. I have never used it, partially for that reason, but I still might get one for serious offenses.
Which honestly, wouldn't happen very often. With something like the cane, I think you should try a little experimental tryout with them He might have been embarrassed by what you said and that people heard or he might have feared it getting back to the colleague and then having to deal with it later.
I do think you should have been spanked for it. You evidently said something embarrassing, rude or not nice at a social event about someone who wasn't there.
We have all done it, but shouldn't. I have no trouble with the fact that you were punished for this, but the cane does seem pretty excessive. Unless this has been a continued problem?? Again, I'm sorry this had such a bad effect on you. I hope you can work things out with your husband. Re: My First Caning - painful beyond belief Post by Phil04 » Wed Sep 05, pm Tabitha, I agree with Nate that you deserved to be punished.
However, I don't think your betrayal comes from being punished, but from the severity of the punishment. Based on the information you gave, this sounds like a failure on your HoH's part. A follower should always understand why they are being punished, and that includes understanding the severity. As soon as he gets back, you need to have a discussion with him and talk through this and find his reasoning. He needs to be able to justify the severity of the punishment. You may not agree with his justification, but there needs to be one, and you need to at least be able to understand it.
Are you able to discuss it with your HoH? Re: My First Caning - painful beyond belief Post by Tirzah » Thu Sep 06, pm Overall, thanks to everyone for your comments and concern. I appreciate them very much. Can I clarify two things with you all? Nobody referred specifically to the "Five-Bar Gate" style of caning I received. Did I make clear exactly what it involves so that you fully understand?
Do you think this style of caning is acceptable? Tabitha I do not know much about caning and have never experienced it.
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"I've done a lot of on this type of petticoat treatment and I can promise you it, it works. You were the one shoplifting and being a brat so this is the price you pay. I'd much rather have a sweet daughter than a rotten son, so you just better get used to acting like my precious little girl. 18/11/ · Emmy lowers her arms. That is really making my arms tired. 'Arms up, Emmy' Adam suddenly stands behind her and Emmy quickly mumbles a 'sorry' and puts her hands back behind her head. Adam leaves the room again. She hears Adam washing himself and brushing his teeth. He is preparing himself for bed. Emmy feels bad now. 09/06/ · Posted by Jennifer and Mike at PM No comments: Domestic Discipline typically means that one party in the relationship (known as the H.O.H or Head of Household) typically the man but in some cases the woman will enforce the rules. The rules are made by and agreed by both parties as well as the consequences, and typically if a rule is broken.
Petticoat punishment (crossdressing) part 4
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Mom would not tell me how long she planned to keep me in girl's attire. I hated wearing those stupid clothes, especially the panties, but I didn't have any choice. Mom said she should send me to school in a dress if I argued with her, but I didn't think she could get away with sending me to school dressed like that. At least I hoped she couldn't, but I now knew better than to tempt her.
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Then she had me get some hangers from her closet. Returning with the hangers, she showed me how to properly hang the dresses and petticoats. Hclps I had to hang them in my closet. She also had me neatly stack my shoeboxes in my closet. Finally as I took each dress to hang them up, mom explained how important it was to hang them properly, what slips or petticoats I should wear underneath them, and which shoes matched the dresses. Having that many outfits meant I was in for a long punishment.
Do you understand? I was in tears, but managed to answer, "Yes Mom! As you Petticoat Disci know, my Dksci is Danny. I'm thirteen years old and just finishing seventh grade. I am a fairly normal teenager who likes music, sports and just hanging out Dosci my friends. I have a younger brother Mike who's eleven and a real pain in the butt. Petticoat Disci always wanted to be just like his older brother.
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My mom works part time in my school. She's like a secretary or an administrator or something. I always hated having her there since she could keep tabs on me all the time. Pettticoat is always telling us that dad was a macho jerk Pettcioat that's why she divorced him. Mike and I only get to see dad for a week each summer since he lives cross-country. Mike and I always enjoy spending time with him.
We go camping, hiking, fishing, all cool stuff. Quitting my baseball Petticoat Disci Didci killed me and my friends wondered what was going on, but I can't tell them Pettucoat truth. I'd rather die. I'm scared to death that if any of my friends found out I was wearing dresses and stuff, the Dom Sex Chat would be all over school the next day! So I just told them I had been grounded. I'm even dreading summer vacation, which will start in a few days, since I think mom plans to keep me in dresses all Petticoat Disci.
But even worse than wearing dresses is putting up with my stupid brother, Mike. I used to pick on him all the time; now he gets to make fun of me every damn day. Last week I found out mom even took some pictures of me getting dressed up as a girl. Mom told me she'd show them to all my friends if I didn't do exactly what she said.
Mom said I better behave as a good little girl or else. Girls listen to their mother and don't fight with their Petgicoat brothers she told me. Imagine referring to me as a girl. I even hate the sound of that word. Mom also was starting to Dixci Mike that I liked wearing dresses.
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The Friday Disfi my birthday mom told Mike and me to meet her by the office right after school since Dizci was going to drive us right home. Mike had a baseball game she cleaned his uniform yesterday and it was in Petticoaf closet.
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