Her maid was there to greet her as Clara stumbled in the front door. The carriage ride home had done nothing to soothe her nerves and she was frantic to find Charles and apologize for all of her misbehavior to this point in their marriage. She knew that if she didn’t get this just right there would be dire consequences for her.
Daddy and I had a pretty good weekend, considering that we spent about 15 hours driving, a full day packing up a relative’s personal belongings and moving furniture, and were completely exhausted by the time we got home Sunday evening.
For the second time this week, Daddy tucked me into bed wearing my leather wrist cuffs. I was sent to get the cuffs earlier that evening, before we settled in to watch some TV together. I was wearing only a black see-through brassiere and black panties as Daddy fastened the leather cuffs around each wrist.
Daddy and I celebrate our wedding anniversary this weekend. We have been through a lot over the last few years. But, despite the challenges and tragedies, I feel that we are closer than ever.
Lately, I’ve been feeling a little down about my level of submission to Daddy and how long it is taking me to learn how to be his good little girl. At least once per week I earn a discipline spanking, and it is typically for being argumentative or for using a disrespectful tone. Daddy told me last week that he was really going to crack down on this behavior as it is the one that I struggle with the most. And boy has he! But, I am pleased to tell you…it’s working!
I find myself both proud to have faithfully completed my 30 Days of D/s journaling, yet a bit sad that this part of the journey has concluded. These daily prompts have enriched Daddy and I’s marriage by prompting us to have discussions that we otherwise may not have had. We’ve learned more about ourselves and each other by reflecting on assigned topics that opened our eyes to new (and exciting!) elements of D/s.
A few weeks ago, my best friend went to a professional salon and got herself waxed. And I do mean waxed…all the hair, everywhere, gone. I believe it is called a Brazilian. She said it was painful but that she was incredibly smooth “down there” and that her husband loved it. Intrigued, I pondered this for a few days.