Last night I caught myself chewing my nails. I haven’t done it since I
was about – oh, six or so – and decided that coming back to the habit
twenty years later wasn’t something I wanted.
"Uh-oh," I said to Abel, with my mouth full of nail. "I think, I need a beating."
This is exactly the sort of matter where any initiative from Abel would
have been firstly, impossible, secondly unwelcome: if he had seen me nibble on the nail, and forbidden me to do it under the threat of a punishment, he
would have been invited to take a hike. However, helping me with an
issue that I brought to his attention myself is a sort of husbandly
duty. (The poor guy is so exploited.)
He sat on the bed, bent me over his lap and tugged down my knickers, and gave me a few experimental swats with his hand.
"Ouch," he said. "This hurts."
Every Sunday on her blog “My Bottom Smarts” Bonnie asks a Brunch question and invites her readers to post their replies. This week her question was about safewords. I started to reply there, but my response got so long that I realized it was a blog entry in and of itself.
There are a variety of opinions about safewords. Many spankos believe they are absolutely indispensible and spanking without one is hazardous. On the opposite side, other spankos claim that invoking a safeword constitutes “topping from the bottom.” From this perspective, granting control to the spankee during a discipline session interferes with the lesson being delivered. Between these two divergent views, there are many shades of grey.
Do you and your partner employ a safeword? If so, how and when is it used? If not, why not?
My response is going to be after the break, but I also want to invite everyone to offer their own opinion. As you may have guessed from our other entries, the authors here don’t tend to hold with the idea of there being such a thing as “One Trew Way.”
Right. So the other day I said things were getting “back to normal.”
They are getting back to normal, but with some bumps. I wrote about the first day on el tercer ojo (my blog). My plan was/is to blog each day this month about how things are going. But of course I’m already two days behind. This too was supposed to be written up yesterday, but again, I’ve fallen behind.
What I’ve realized though is that being away from things — my work, spanking, uniforms and accountability in general — has made it a little difficult for me just to step back into life as a disciplined girl (or woman, whatever).
As it says on my blog, the first day went pretty well. I didn’t get any work done, but Pab and I had already talked about that and decided I didn’t need to start my school work yet. Everything else got done that day and the bedtime spanking was a sweet good girl one that hurt, but not too much. I went to bed feeling very smug. Clearly we have this discipline relationship thing down, right? And can slide back into this like a pair of comfy jeans. Right.
Tuesday? Not good.
Or at least we're getting back to whatever passes for normal in our house.
In early December I had abdominal surgery that required longish incisions on my stomach. The recovery was painful — more-so then I expected — despite some really really good drugs*. The surgeon had to cut through and reconnect muscle and resew my skin together. I was uncomfortable and needed (and got) a great deal of TLC while I was healing.
In many respects recovery wasn't fun, though I did get some really nice gifts and cards from friends and family. However, my healing did function as a "Get out of spanking free" card. Oh and a get out of research and writing too.
Apparently, that card has been played for the last time this month.