I recently had a birthday, like…within the last week. I got 30+ swats with the Chechen. They were playful birthday spanks, but had a nice sting to them as well. It was a fun morning.
I have been doing freelance graphic work for an e-commerce company for almost a year. Sometimes it is so much fun, but most of the time, the fun cannot overshadow the extreme shadiness of our owner. He doesn’t seem to wrong our customers in any way. My ethical barometer definitely has a point of no return and defrauding people is the point of no return. I can still tolerate being there. However, sometimes his chauvinistic, womanizing behavior is repulsive. My birthday was one of those days.
I had lunch with a one of the sales reps and the day floated by with some crappy comments from the owner. The day just wasn’t great. Friends had forgotten my birthday, it just didn’t seem special.
From the moment I woke up that morning I had a crappy attitude. It is indeed that time of the month and I can’t seem to shake the negativity during this ‘period’ of time. Maybe some of you ladies have some suggestions as to how one can remain submissive and sweet and humble when their uterus is about to explode and freaky chemicals are causing bratty explosions of atomic proportions.
I owe him an apology for my seriously negative attitude. I have been selfish and deserve a bit of a go ’round with a firm implement. JP is headed to Vegas next week for a conference. I am sure that before he goes, he will give me the love and discipline that I need.
So even though I am starting to feel the push of maturity nudge out the remainder of my youth, I have never been more engaged or satisfied in our marriage. I have never felt that our mutual respect for one another was greater or that our interest in being seriously considerate of each other was more deeply rooted.
So, JP, Sir…I love you so much. I am sorry that I have allowed my negative emotions to rule my attitude. I am sorry that I took my birthday so personally when I know you have a lot of things going on right now and are making every effort to move our family in the right direction. I respect you so much and can’t imagine that growing older will be anything but amazing as long as I have you.
In other news, Last weekend was a pretty amazing time. The closeness and intimacy experienced through living D/s and DD provide a level of erotic fire and hyper-sensuality to our relationship. Sometimes, I throw my arms around him, fully clothed, and drink in the love and respect that I feel for him – squeezing hard to feel his rugged manliness envelop me. Other times, I lay back and let him extract the magic that he build in me and cultivates through each tender kiss, each stern glance and every thwack of the paddle that he bestows. This is no lie, I promise…last weekend, I had over 80 mind blowing orgasms. There are so many times since beginning domestic discipline that once he gets me started, they just keep coming. 😉
I am so thankful for my man, my life and my future. I have so much on the horizon to look forward to and I feel fortunate. And humbled.
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