The End of 2011!

I'm one who looks back and sees what I've accomplished or failed to accomplish.  I rarely, if ever, look back at what others in my life have done or left undone.  I try to always go forward.

I hope that 2012 is a year where I can always go forward.  But alas, life is life and what would life be like if we didn't take 3 steps forward and one step back.  

From time to time I can see chaos wanting to rear its ugly head when it comes to my wife.  Some days are better than others but I hope in this next year she will learn, or have to be taught, that living with as less chaos as possible helps tremendously to get through life's everyday challenges.  She does seem to learn a lot better with a sore bottom bent over my lap though.  We'll see what's in store this next year.

I do know that I am going to keep a running count on her spankings this year and see what the total ends up being.  So to all of you reading this blog I wish you a safe and Happy New Year.  I mean a safe and Spanking New Year!

The Black Widow

There was one relationship that remains painful to this day.  She was who I call "The Black Widow".  She was a total con artist and our marriage lasted about years.  It was about a month into the marriage when I saw the lies starting to unfold.  I don't like to even remember her let alone talk about her in this blog.  This will be the only time I will mention anything about her.  Our relationship was a Domestic Discipline but she manipulated and twisted so many things that when she started seeing someone else I was actually thrilled.

Enough said.

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The first thing she did after coming out of the bathroom was to hand me her panties and then, as a way to distract me, said, "What would you like for breakfast," as she walked into the kitchen.

I could easily say that from the moment she walked into the bathroom her mood changed.  Before there was a bit of a sassy nature about her but after removing her panties she seemed, careful I guess is the word.

She made a wonderful breakfast and left no chance for me to spank her.  That was good I suppose.  I had been so bold with the spanking, because of what I heard before but also because she was a bit clingy, and thought that if I mentioned spanking she would go her way and no longer be clingy.

She disappeared after I eat and sat down in my chair to digest and watch a little T.V.  I later discovered she went upstairs to my bedroom and made my bed and put a load of laundry in.  Then without saying anything to her she knelt in front of me, unbuckled my pants and began giving me head right then and there.  All I did was mention spanking and she made breakfast, cleaned my house and sexually satisfied me.  It didn't sound like a bad thing at all.

After finishing me off she was very apologetic about breaking the yoke on one of my eggs.  She was actually worried about it.  As we talked it turned out that she would have been in big trouble had that happened at home.  I learned more that there had been more going on with her father and in fact he had been turned in years earlier for sexually abusing her.  At the time I felt like I would come in an rescue her but it turned out that you can only rescue someone who wants to be rescued.

We dated for about 2 months or so and in that time she got spanked maybe 3 times.  It was too odd for me after awhile and I had to break it off.  I suspected that she and her dad, perhaps with her mother's knowledge too, were an item and it was getting beyond the twilight show kind of stuff.

I learn something from every relationship.  Something about myself and about women in general.  At that time in my life I learned that there are more strange things going on in the world than I realized or could imagine.  I also learned that if I met another woman who looked at her dad the same way she did, once I kinda knew, that I should run, not walk, from the relationship.

 

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"Well, first the panties come off when you come into my home." I replied.  That was the first thing that came to my mind and after I said it I liked what I said.  She of course asked, "Why, what for?" 

 

"It's a sign of submission.  By removing your panties you're openly telling me that you submit to me," I proclaimed.  Not knowing if she would tell me I was full of shit, turn around and slam the door in my face as she walked to her car.  Keep in mind that she was 26 and I around 10 years older.  I say this because time is short and I was getting a bit tired of dating someone only to find out we didn't share a whole lot in common, most importantly Domestic Discipline/Spanking.  If she stormed out I was okay with that.

Instead she stood there and tried working out a compromise by saying, "I don't have to take my panties off to show you I will submit to you."  Now she said that in a seductive way which seemed to indicate she didn't connect the no panty rule with spanking so I replied, "I want the panties off so that if I have to put you across my lap and give you a spanking your bottom is bare and ready to go."

She froze with my statement and didn't know what to say.  I realized before I proclaimed my rule, my new rule, that it was a great way to get to the point.  We hadn't done anything.  There was no commitment to something else and then NOW I bring up spanking.  It discovered that it was a quick way to get down to it and if she didn't obey the rule and stormed out I was okay with it because neither of use had invested much time in the relationship.

She stepped back and that's when I figured she was going to make her break for the door.  Instead she replied, "So where's the bathroom?"  I pointed to the bathroom and she headed for it.  Just before closing the door she asked, "Can I keep them in my purse or what?"  I hadn't thought about that so I responded, "Give them to me when you come back out."

I have to admit that if I hadn't overheard her say that evening she'd get spanked if she was late getting home I'm almost certain I wouldn't have come up with what I said.  But the thing is that I was also realizing by that time in my life that spanking and Domestic Discipline, HOH was far more common place than I every thought before.  There's also a lot to be said about age, that is my age.  You see you realize as you get older what you want in life.  You know that in your past, or younger days, you compromised about a lot of things in relationships.  In the end those relationships have gone and you end up realizing that if you hadn't compromised and just stuck to what you wanted and needed in life things might be different.

You see she had total free will to leave and never call or see me again.  I told her what I wanted and she could have walked.  It really wouldn't have made a whole lot of difference to me because I would have looked at it as not having put a whole lot of time, money and attention into what may have been a doomed relationship when it came to spanking.

 

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I don't recall how I met Angie but one evening we were out late, with midnight approaching, and I heard her the 26 year old say, "I got to get home or my dad'll beat my butt," and I was hooked.

After she dashed I started inquiring to the friend she made the statement to and she confirmed that she would indeed get spanked, by her dad, if she was late getting home.  Of course she swore me to secrecy when she told me about it.

I recall thinking I'd just take a wild stab at taking her out to see if I could get her to divulge spanking in her life.  I was, to say the least, curious.  It's funny how you remember some things and not others.  I don't recall how Angie and I actually met but I recall her insisting I had to meet the parents.  This was in the late 90's so it would seem odd to most but a welcome flash back to the 50's and 60's for me.

Because I was willing to meet her parents on that first date, she said yes to us going out.  I of course had to pick her up at her place and I had no idea what to expect.  I expected her dad to open the door when I got there but instead it was her mom.  She invited me to site down in the living room and asked if I wanted coffee or something to drink.  I love coffee so I said coffee would be fine.

She brought the coffee in, sat down and started in with some questions.  The questions were pretty general like, "Where do you work?" and "Where do you plan to go this evening?"  It didn't go like I imagined it would and I don't recall how I imagined it would go.  Perhaps after 5 or so minutes Angie came into the living room and a few minutes later her dad made an appearance buy walking into the dining room to say hello.  I thought there would be more to it but I suppose they just wanted to meet me and that was how they met me.

We went to dinner and I remember the most memorable thing came when she whispered that she doesn't have sex on the first date.  I almost laughed because it didn't matter to me and because she said it so emphatically.  I worked as a night auditor so I had to take her home in time for me to get to work and I wasn't planning of going to bed with her.  We had a great evening and I walked her to the door, gave her a kiss and left for work that first date.  It was all so 50's I suppose.

Back then there weren't many people who had cell phones, just land phones or home phones with answering machines.  When I got home I found about two or three messages from her that were left through the night.  It seemed she really enjoyed the evening.  

I called her back the next day, which was in the afternoon because of my night time schedule.  She seemed a bit upset at first because didn't dawn on her that I'd been up all night and went to bed around 8 in the morning.  She was thinking that I was ignoring her or something.  I could tell there was something in her voice that seemed held back so I asked her what was wrong.  She then explained that she was hoping to her from me sooner.  I had to explain that I just got up about an hour before I called her.   I could almost hear the electrons connecting in her brain as she realized she had made a hasty judgement.  She immediately apologized for her attitude and asked if she could take me to breakfast or something.  I thought it odd that she'd be so apologetic but what the heck.

She didn't know my address and wanted to pick me up so I gave it to her and she said she'd be on her way.  By the time I got ready she was at the door and still apologetic.  I invited her in and as she walked in the house she suggested we could either go out or she would be happy to make me breakfast at home.  I couldn't pass it up, it was the first thing that came into my brain and I said, "Well if you're going to make something here you'll have to abide by my rules.  It's probably too soon in our relationship for that so maybe we should go out?"

That feminine curiosity couldn't contain itself and she had to ask, "What rules do you mean?"