Happy New Year!

Happy New Year from Dark Knight and Fair Lady!  We pray that 2012 is a good year for all.

Buy Something Pretty For Later

I sent her on an errand to buy a matching bra and panties for later this evening.  I think she was pleasantly surprised. Probably because I usually don’t like panties on her at all. “For ringing in the New Year?”, she asked.  I answered with a yes, but I was thinking if they stay on that long.

Merry Christmas Everyone!

I’m sure some of you have worked very hard all year-long to end up on Santa’s naughty list.

While others of you have worked to make sure that you end up on Santa’s nice list,

  or is that worked hard to end up on Santa’s nice lap.

Which ever list you find yourself on, my Christmas wish is that everyone has a loving partner to attend to your needs.

Merry Christmas my friends!

The Walk!

Warning!!! Proud parents sharing a moment.

The jumbotron at Crisler Arena in Ann Arbor, Michigan.  We traveled this past weekend to watch daughter number two “walk” to receive her PhD.

Loved watching all the excitement on the faces of those about to graduate. It was a long but very enjoyable weekend.  Our weekend could have been a MasterCard commercials:

Road trip to Ann Arbor:  $$$$$

Dinner with daughter and Michigan friends: $$$$$

Hearing her whisper during the hug goodbye,  ”Thanks, Dad. It means a lot.”  Priceless

Public Exchange

If you knew me, you’d know that I like my privacy. I strive to keep the domestic discipline side of our marriage a secret from almost everyone. Her mother knows she defers to me, but I don’t think Mom knows she gets spanked. They both like to talk and share secrets so I’m not totally sure of that.

We were at Lowes the other day shopping of window blinds. I had been doing some research shopping by myself, when she called wondering where I was.  She asked if I wanted her to join me since she was just a few minutes away.  I naturally agreed to her joining me. We had to wait for a salesperson to finish up with another customer before he could help us. When he approached us, Fair Lady immediately launched into the many questions we (she) wanted answered about the blinds. I stood still for a moment, didn’t say anything.  She turned and looked at me. The look on my face let her know that I wasn’t pleased with her taking charge of the situation.  I’ve spoken to her about this habit several times before. She quickly backed up, said something to the effect of you do it. I asked if she was sure, she wanted me to ask the questions. She stated she was sure it was what she wanted. I asked again, if she was sure that was what she wanted. Again, she said it was. When I turned to talk to the salesperson, a young guy, he had an odd look on his face. Our exchange hadn’t lasted long, but I’m sure pretty sure he wasn’t use to seeing such a quick change in behavior.

Happy Thanksgiving!

Happy Thanksgiving everyone!  We hope your holiday will be a happy and safe one with family and friends.

We  hope you are able to find some time to  have a  bit of  fun as well.

Cave Man On Strike

It had been a tough week around here. Usually, it’s because I’ve hurt her feelings in some fashion. This time it was because she hurt my feelings. I know many husbands don’t readily admit that their feelings get hurt. It’s a guy thing! Be tough. Don’t show your emotions. Dam it, she hurt my feelings and I wanted her to know about it.

It all started when I asked had she thought about what we were going to have for dinner. It was getting late for us, about 6:00 and she was still working on her laptop. She responded with no she hadn’t thought about it yet. Which was bad enough, but then she let these words slip from her lips. “It’s just the two of us, it’s not like we need a ten coarse meal.” Granted we don’t need a ten coarse meal, and if we did need that, I’m more than capable of preparing it myself.  What hurt was the realization that she thinks “just the two of  us” isn’t sufficient enough reason to put forth as much effort as if there were children in the house. That’s just the wrong attitude to have as far as I’m concerned.  I pointed out to her that since we had no children, young or otherwise, at home, I guess I couldn’t count on ever getting the best she has to offer. She thought I was making much to do about nothing.

I thought about retreating into the “cave”, but decided against it. Instead, I went on strike. Yep! I went on strike. You see I’m the chief cook around here. I don’t mind cooking. I even enjoy cooking. I’ve been cooking since I was a kid. I enjoy feeding family and friends. Yet, I hung up the utensils this past week. I wanted her to discover how much time and planning it takes to make those meals magically appear on the plates at the time we’re getting hungry. It was more difficult than I thought it would be, but I didn’t cook one time this past week.

The chill in the air was very apparent. She tried to make amends after a couple of days, but I wasn’t in right mindset to make nice yet. She came to me and said she realized after thinking about it, how her words sounded, and that she was sorry.  I  know I’m suppose to forgive and forget, and I have, but it takes me time to get there. Hearing her say “I’m sorry,” doesn’t make me feel instantly feel better. It probably should, but it doesn’t.

We had a long day which ended with us turning in early for a Saturday night.  We were both very tired. We were cuddled up in bed trying to get to sleep, but sleep wouldn’t come.  I needed to be with my wife. I would say I needed to make love to her, but I just really wanted/needed to screw her. After a week of being distance with each other she was more than receptive to my advances.  I really didn’t care if she was receptive.  I didn’t care if she wanted to give in to me, well at least not at first. I wanted to take what I wanted from her.

I separated from her, grabbed a hand full of hair, turned her on her stomach and began spanking her.  So much for romance and foreplay! Tears and the inevitable runny nose were soon flowing. She was still crying when I rolled her to her side,  pulled her back and entered her again.  She asked what she’d done wrong while sobbing and trying to breathe with clogged sinuses.  In a perfect world I would have let her know what I was feeling before spanking her. We hadn’t been in that place for a week, and I had given in to what I call my “cave man scenario.” She was my woman and I was going to take her.  I screwed her, stopped spanked her again, screwed her some more.  I enjoyed hearing her cry and sucking for air trying to breathe.  I wanted to feel bad for how I was treating her, but I couldn’t. I needed her just like this.

When my need was satisfied, I rolled over on my back. She followed me and laid her head on my chest. She cuddled in as close as possible, said  “I love you. Thank you for everything.” I’ve just used her without regard for her feelings or pleasure and she’s thanking me.  Thinking about it later, I realized that maybe we both needed what had happened.  Some day I’ll figure things out, maybe.

In need of OTK?

Is it just me or does this wife need some serious OTK time? Fair Lady can’t stand this commercial.  The first time we watched it with her mother, mom had pretty much the same reaction. She thought this wife needed an attitude adjustment. I ‘m guessing there’s a spanko gene in the family. 

Hurt feelings leads to hurt behind.

She got spanked again.  It all started with me hurting her feelings. I feel bad about hurting her feelings. That isn’t something that I enjoy doing. I certainly didn’t mean to hurt her, but I did. Some will say, I probably shouldn’t have said what I did. After a lot of tears, she told me that she needed to hear it, even if it makes her feel bad. She will readily admit that she likes it when I won’t let her out of the house in clothes that I don’t think are appropriate for the occasion, or that aren’t flattering on her. Of course hurt feelings impaired her ability to recall this fact this morning.

It all started when we were going to run our usual Sunday morning errands. She tries hard to dress in something that I like when we’re going out together. For running errands that means a top that I like with her jeans. This particular morning she picked a top that I had suggested she buy.  I saw it and thought she’d look good in it, and she does, usually. Yes, I said usually!  Well this particular morning, I didn’t think the fit was very flattering. I told her, I thought she needed to pick another top to wear. I didn’t need to say any thing more. She understood what I meant and changed into another top.

She’s been swamped at work lately. She’s had too many ten or twelve hour work days, trying to make sure that others have their paperwork in order for internal and external audits. She’s been away more than she’s been home for the last month. Her efforts have paid off nicely.  Her region has the highest scores in the nation, and she’s getting noticed by senior management. The downside is she’s not use to the pressure that goes along with her position. She’s struggling with trying to balance being good at her job, being a wife, and having some time to just be. As she told me, “Everyone wants a little piece of me. I need some time for myself.” All this means we’ve let exercise and eating healthy slide this past month. Her weight has gone up a few pounds, not a lot just a few. Unfortunately, the few extra pounds didn’t look good in that particular top, and I wouldn’t let her out of house in it.

Her body language made it very clear that she was hurt. Communicating with her was arduous. Her contributions to the conversation were just this side of being bratty. I could tell she was headed for the dark place she goes when I say something isn’t perfect in our little world. She started by saying how she hadn’t done anything right all morning, which wasn’t at all true. We’d been having a great weekend, but when I tell her something isn’t to my liking, all the good in our world seems to vanish. She sees and hears only the negative. The “I never seem to do anything to make you happy!” comments come next. I’m always surprised at how quickly our world crumbles to a place where things have to be all good or all bad, no gray area, no middle ground allowed. I know from past experience that I cannot reason with her, and get her to see that things aren’t all bad.

We were in the middle of the grocery store when I’d had enough. I very calmly said I’m tired of this. We’ll address it when we get home. She decided to see what things were like on the bratty side of the line, she’d been staring at all morning. She stated that her feeling had been hurt. I told her I knew that. She asked, “So you’re going to spank me for how I feel?” I told her she was getting spanked, but not for how she felt. I told her the spanking was going to be for her behavior. She didn’t think it was fair of me to do that. I reminded her that it wasn’t fair for her to act the way she was, hurt feelings or not. We finished shopping. The ride home was quiet. She spent the time looking out the window on her door, avoiding looking in my direction.

Groceries were unpacked and put away. I was about to work on flushing my car’s radiator, like I’d planned on doing.  She’s in the kitchen beginning to work on some peppers up for canning. I tell her let’s get this over.  I move her to the living room. She removes her jeans. I have her over the arm of an overstuffed chair.  She’s has this look of defiance on her face. I’ve seen that look before. It always makes me think at some point she could come up swinging. She never has, but I’m sure she’s probably entertained the thought a time or two. She stays in place. I remove my belt. I explain that I’m sorry I hurt her feelings, but I had to spank her for her behavior.

I spanked with my hand. I lectured about how I hated when she could only see things as all good or all bad with us.  I wanted to know why she saw things that way.  She said she couldn’t talk while I was spanking her, so I just spanked for a while with the belt.  I then did something I don’t usually do, I told her to stay in play and left her there to think for a few minutes.  She has this habit of talking to herself in a whisper.  I asked what she was saying. She says I’m asking God for strength to do what I need to do. We talked about why she needs God’s help. That was when I found out that she’s feeling pressure at work. She feels like everyone “wants a little piece of her” and there’s not enough time to get everything done at work and home, and have down time to relax.  I told her that I really do understand how she feels. I spent sixteen years in a high pressure profession. We talked about what we could do that might help her cope better. It really was a productive conversation, even if she was still bent over the arm of that overstuffed chair.

I went to work on the car. She went back to working on the peppers.  When I came in I was surprised to find that she hadn’t put her jeans back on.  Her bottom clearly showed evidence of the earlier spanking. I hugged her and told her that I loved her, and was proud of her accomplishments at work. I reminded her that I wouldn’t allow her to neglect doing what is good for her or us because of work.  I rubbed her bottom and told her that she’d find herself across the arm of the chair again, if she doesn’t start to correct things.

I’m happy to say that the reports from the road tell me that she’s working on getting things back on track. She even sounds like she’s happy that I want the daily reports on her efforts.

Clueless?

I last posted about having to spank Fair Lady due to her language during a football game we were watching. This is a follow-up to that post.

When I told her she had a spanking coming she got the pillows ready and headed for the couch.   That’s where I usually want her when we’re doing our version of maintenance. I crank up some soft jazz. We settle down on the couch. She’s typically across my lap, with a pillow or two assisting with the presentation of her butt. This was not going to be a reconnection spanking, at least not in my mind.

I asked her if she knew why I was spanking her. I don’t usually lecture when I spank. It’s my nature to give the lecture when the situation calls for it. However, I wanted her to know exactly why she was getting spanked this time. The reason was very clear in my mind. I thought it should have been in hers as well. This is where the clueless part come in. She told me she was being spanked for not accepting the answers I had given her on two trivial things. Well, she did irritate me a bit when she had to confirm for herself that my answers were in fact correct. That’s something she probably does ten times a day in her work world. She just needs to remember that I’m not a part of that work world.  As I said, that really wasn’t a huge thing for me, but it was a good enough reason to add a couple more strokes with the belt she likes.

I finally had to tell her why she was being spanked. That mouth of her! Now most of the time she’s able to keep her speech G-rated. When she’s upset or angry, it is a totally different story. She reverts back to the how she talked before we met. She may not have been on level with a drunken sailor, but she certainly was using language I don’t consider appropriate for a lady.

Our football team losing, several penalty calls going against us, and no calls against the other team, teleported  her back to yesteryear.  It wasn’t so much the actual words she used, as much as it was the persona of the angry woman sitting next to me on the couch yelling at the television. That woman isn’t welcome in our home. I don’t find her the least bit attractive, even though she could be my lovely bride’s twin sister.

I didn’t get the enjoy having her across by lap that day. No time to enjoy the view.  No time to watch the parade of colors: white, pink, red, blackish blue. Instead I had to drive that foul mouth, evil tempered woman from our home.  It was much easier than I thought it was going to be. By the time the second stripe mark from my belt was appearing on her butt, I’m pretty sure I heard foot steps stomping down the hallway toward the front door. By the time stripes five and six introduced themselves to that oh so sweet spot on her butt cheeks, I couldn’t be sure, but I thought I heard the door slam. After stripe ten laid claim to unmarked spot, my lovely bride assured me that I wouldn’t be seeing that evil tempered woman again.  I hope she’s right!