Back to labels, again… To start, we are first and foremost, husband and wife. As husband and wife, we decided to incorporate domestic discipline into our marriage in an attempt to smooth out some of the rough edges of our marriage. This has largely worked for us and we are both much more satisfied with our relationship, which has matured in many ways.
Tonight, Daddy is going to give me a spanking. It was well earned, it always is. In our marriage, misbehavior equals a sore bottom. Oh, the wait...
I’ve been aware of my kinky preferences since I was in my early teens. Seeing the bare bottom of a female being spanked has always turned me on. I remember that even younger than that, I would draw cartoons of spankings and I would read and re-read parts of books in which a spanking took place.
Daddy and I do not have “real” children, just the four-legged, furry kind. We have tons of privacy on our property, can walk around nude in our home 24/7, and can incorporate play into regular domestic tasks to spice up the mundane (Daddy loves for me to be nude but for an apron while cleaning).
Daddy and I are headed out for a camping adventure this weekend…hoping for some sexy alone time in the woods.
Tasks and rituals are beginning to find their place within Daddy and I’s new dynamic (I suppose it’s not that new anymore as we near the six-month mark). In the beginning, when we began to incorporate domestic discipline into our marriage, it was mostly about the rules…always be respectful, obey immediately, and strive to please Daddy in all ways. If I broke the rules, I was disciplined.
At one time or another, we are all plagued with depression, self-doubt, angst…some more than others. I am blessed to be able to say that I have led a relatively happy life. Happy childhood, met my husband at 23 right out of college, happy marriage, love my career…I’ve been very lucky. But, then my mom died, unexpectedly.