In The DD Branch of the AARP, Part 2
When our story left off….
“So, am I still ‘in trouble’?”
He turned to me and said, “Yeah, I think so…if I can remember what for!”
Part 2
So when you are a 57 year old dominant man, you still have your secret weapons – the truth! He simply asked me! Now how fair is that? Not! Then I had to answer, and of course I remembered perfectly that it was my dismissive hand wave he had objected to!
So, I tried another tack. “You know, being Italian, I would think you would be a fan of hand gestures! I mean you use them all the time!” Without bothering to take his eyes off the road he answered, “Not THAT kind of gesture my dear!” Oh well, it was worth a try!
So we walked in the house and got ourselves organized, and as the boys had eaten, he told me he wanted me in the bedroom at 6:30 PM sharp. Eeek! Obviously I kept the appt. We were due for our maintenance spanking anyway, but the punishment portion of our program would come first.
When he came in he laid all the implements out on his side of the bed as he does for maintenance, and for a moment I thought he had changed his mind…but alas no. He was choosing his weapon. He passed over the ebony hairbrush and ‘punishment paddle’ (phew) and went to our larger leather “Rose Strap”. He went to the chair and called me over. After I was settled OTK he asked me “Why are you here again?” Ok, blah, blah, blah, the details of the crime confessed, yes I was disrespectful, yes, I am sorry, and a spanking with the strap. He had no intention to do more than get my attention with this p and make his point. It was not to be repeated.
Then, the same man who could not remember what had just happened at lunch would not let me up. “I have something else I want to discuss.” Uh oh! “When was the last time you exercised on the elliptical?” Omg, NOW he remembers to ask…NOW? Unfortunately the sad answer was, “Uh…a week and a half ago.” Sigh, I was going to get to it, really I was! With our son going through some difficult times the past week, and my work schedule so intense, I let it go. I just cannot do it on the 3 mornings I go into the city, and I have been so tired…and, and. There were technical difficulties, but yes, I am supposed to tell him if I have missed. I did mention one night, on my way to bed, while he was absorbed in something else, that my new schedule was making it impossible to exercise in the morning, but he said nothing and I never mentioned it again. As I am always honest I will admit the truth. I didn’t want to talk about OR do it!
He said he understood the pressures but still my health needs to be top on my list of priorities. I know. So he spanked for that too, and then wanted to discuss a new routine I could commit to…while I was still OTK! I answered with, “Can I get up. I cannot discuss anything like this!” He started spanking again, hard “Well you tell me when you feel that you can discuss this then!” AGHHH! “OK, OK, I am ready to talk!” I really HATE talking from that position and for some reason he loves it! Go figure!
So, we worked it out, I promised, and it was over. We had some very nice intimate time and then, when I was feeling so relaxed and submissive, like we women do after spanking and loving…I said it, out loud. What I was thinking? I cannot believe I said it!
Small detour, I will admit…I really LOVE that strap. A couple of years ago when it was brand new, he used it very heavily several days running, and it bruised me badly. He never touched it again, until a few weeks ago. For some reason it randomly surfaced out of the implement bag, and he decided to try it again. My more experienced bottom handled it very differently. I am a leather fan to start with, and this has a great combination of sting and thud…very nice. We both supposed that used harder it would make an impression, and being the clever girl I am, I understood that I needed to lose the hand wave and start exercising, but the sad truth was, that it was hardly a punishment. We went thru the motions of a p, and that was enough for me, but the pain portion of the demonstration was nothing impressive. I decided to tell him, just to be forthcoming and so he would know for the future. Yeah…not so smart!
I could not believe it when he said “Really? Hmm, well I did tell you that a good few whacks were earned, so go get the punishment paddle and we will have a redo” WHAT? And NO WAY! Anyone else relate to the pledge I am making to put duck tape by the bedside table! What could I do? I reluctantly walked over and got the paddle, and brought it to him, thinking that the first chance I got I was going to cut out my tongue!
Geez, OTK again, and a round with that dreaded thing! I hate it! This time, when he let me up, he hugged me and went over to the bed to sit against the headboard for our maintenance. Letting me settle over his lap on the bed this time, he said “Well I guess the warm up is taken care of!” So, maybe my favorite old guy has few tricks left up his sleeve after all!
In The DD Branch Of The AARP
Grant and I spent a really nice day today. I have had to drive into the city 3 days a week for the last few weeks, and that will continue for several months. I am exhausted already, so who knows how I will manage the pace. But today, he was off work himself, and I managed a shorter day, and he took me in. He helped me deal with some legal work related things things at City Hall, and then we went for a really nice lunch before I returned to the office for a couple of hours while he went and visited with his brother.
At lunch, a topic came up that caused a bit of stress. We have a family wedding in March and Grant had asked me to take care of booking the hotel and flights. This is always ‘my job’ when we travel, and no big deal, except that I completely forgot. When he asked, and when I admitted I hadn’t taken care of it, he got all ‘Toppy’ and said, “If that is not done by tonight, you are going to be in trouble!” Translation, “I am going to spank you tonight if that task is not completed!”
Well, I guess I was just not in the mood. Besides, I have to admit, when I am in my work environment, where I am the big boss after all, being submissive is not exactly at the fore of my repertoire! So…I waved him off and said “Tsk, Oh I’ll take care of it!” Yep, the wave, the same dismissive gesture I used just a week or so ago and was warned about. It is right up there on his list with “whatever”. It is one of those things that I barely think about until he tells me how disrespectful he feels it is. Who knew?
So he then said “Well, now you are definitely in trouble!” Sigh. Ok, it happens. Early on, when I was “in trouble” it would take over the rest of my day. Now, it is such a part of our everyday lives that it might be announced, and more often than not, we just move on. We talked of other things, had a really lovely lunch date, he walked me back to the office, I worked for several hours, and then we agreed to meet at 4 Pm to try to beat the heavy Friday afternoon traffic home. That’s it…life goes on.
When we were close to home, though, after chatting comfortably for near an hour, I remembered. I don’t like surprises, not that he had not said, not that I did not expect it, but I wanted a confirmation of the agenda for the evening. So, I asked, tentatively, about any plans he might have. He said “Well I think we have an appointment tonight, don’t we?” That phrase usually means a Maintenance Spanking, but further clarification was needed to be sure. “So, am I still ‘in trouble’?”
He turned to me and said, “Yeah, I think so…if I can remember what for!”
To Be Cont….
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Limits In Power Exchange
Some thoughts on limits in a power exchange relationship…
In response to swan’s post “Limits“:
I really appreciate you agreeing to answer these questions swan. I think you know, but I will say again, I would never let “these conversations veer off into contentiousness” and I am confident you would not either. Perhaps it is due to our trust in that fact which we have slowly forged that allows us to engage in this way? I believe we recognize some understanding of a shared sense of limits. J
I like and agree with your concept of limits being imaginary boundaries. That plays true for me in so many aspects of my life, and in others I see around me. Yes, boundaries are about safety, and sometimes places are unsafe because they really are, but sometimes places seem unsafe because they are simply new and unfamiliar. What this all comes back to in my mind is choosing a leader (a Dominant) whom you trust, who you know will keep you safe. Seems obvious, but maybe not for everyone.
While I would never call myself a ‘slave’, and do know that if something seemingly impossible were asked of me, I always can say no, I also know that in my relationship, that might or might not be accepted. It is still his call. Maybe I am just a mouthier broad than most?
Grant has indeed pulled me past numerous boundaries over the years. I know I have talked to women who ‘say’ they have turned over power in their relationship, but then continue to make all kinds of rules for him, even within their power exchange activities. That seems fundamentally insincere to me, whether intended or not. As any couple grows together, the basis of the growth in trust has to do with crossing those very boundaries and trusting the dominant to keep the submissive partner safe. If he takes care of her each time that occurs, their foundation of trust is strengthened. In truth, while I philosophically say I can say no, I have difficulty imagining a scenario where I would feel I need to. I trust him that completely.
Chloe wrote, “My Limits…or His?”
On the question of limits Chloe says, “He’s never once done anything to do me permanent damage, physically or emotionally. And that’s why I gave myself to him. I trust him.”
For me, that just says it all. It seems all of us have come to the same place, somtimes by different paths, where ultimately this mostly has to do with our ability to trust the hands we have placed ourselves in. IF our chosen is worthy of that trust, then the rest is ours to work through to lower our defenses and accept his will.
Still, Grant and I do have areas of contention that I have touched on before. Children. I still do not know how to resolve that one. One couple suggested putting that one area off the DD table, but I cannot grasp segmenting things like that. I think it would spill over in other ways. There are other places in our relationship where I do basically make the decisions, but it is with his consent. Finances for instance. It is my forte and I very much respect the fact that Grant is secure and smart enough to let me do for us what I do better. He does not need to be the one who runs everything because he is the leader. We both bring stregnths.
Finally, I do agree as in the example of kaya and her Master, any couple living in a long term relationship is going to come to rough waters. This is something that can be quite frightening and painful. When all is said and done, we are almost always stronger and wiser for having come through that together. I suppose the power dynamic complicates things, but then, I am reminded of a truth swan pointed out elsewhere. The fact is that ALL couples have power dynamics, but those of us in this community identify them in their relationship and make conscious choices regarding them.
Perhaps it is my personal leanings that influences my conclusions, but I find us all more alike than not. Yes, we define ourselves differently, live differently…every couple on the street in my neighborhood does that too. I am not seeing slave or submissive as the great divide I once did.
Dialogues On Diversity
One of the very best parts of our cyber community is the exchange of ideas that sometimes can occur. Each of us writes our own blog for our own reasons, and from our own experiences. We are different people, in different sorts of relationships, from different cultures and religions and countries. Still, at times the discourse and sharing that bloggers engage in can create a chorus of voices, blended and varied, discordant and melodic, and at its best, open and kind and very real.
Just such an exchange has occurred this week. This round of discussion started with Chloe when she posted “I Have Limits”.
Then I asked a question on submissive vs slaves …and the differences, and she answered with “Slave vs. Submissive”.
I responded with “Further Thoughts On Slaves and Submissives“
and swan answered with “About Slavery and Ownership“.
I again asked some questions focusing this time on limits, and Chloe wrote “My Limits…or His” while swan explained her views with “Limits“.
What grew from that were a couple of questions about polyamory and Tom shared his thoughts by posting “Polyamory #13”.
There is just so much there and I have yet to respond. I certainly will. These posts deserve consideration as the writers have shared ideas close to their hearts, and areas of their most private lives, in order to be open and better understood. I appreciate that they also answered because I asked.
I just wanted to point out how exciting I think it is that we can talk, share, and communicate across what could be seen as divides. Finding common ground, appreciating differences, respecting the choices that people make regarding how they live and love is the way it should be. I am also impressed with the insight and intelligence that can be found in our cyber community. When it is coupled with respect it is powerful. It has allowed us to touch each other, and I believe I am better for that.
Further Thoughts On Slaves and Submissives
Several weeks ago I asked Chloe, who writes the blog “She Obeys” to talk to me about what being a slave meant. She was kind enough to write about it and her post is here.
Chloe, first, I am sorry to have taken so long to answer your well thought out response to my questions about the difference between submission and slavery. I needed time to process, and then, well life just started moving too fast to attend to my cyber life.
You said some interesting things, but what I think was the essence was this:
This is not, primarily, a relationship built on surrender. To me, this is a relationship built on belonging.
In short, I see it as such: One who is a slave belongs to another. One who submits, surrenders to another. I belong to my Master. Do I submit to him sometimes – am I conquered? Yes. But is that my main relationship dynamic? No. Belonging to him, being owned by him, is.
I’m not saying I’m going to achieve a perfect state of “being property” (though I’d like to). I’m not saying I’m a slave in the way the slaves of the south were.
I guess all I’m saying is this: I don’t look at him and think “I submit to him” or “I am submissive to him.” I look at him and I think “I belong to him. He owns me.”
That’s the difference, to me.
What you are talking about is how you see yourself, as you look at him. And at the end of the day it occurs to me that we all are simply trying to figure out who we are. I know I am.
It seems to me that the name we give ourselves, when all is said and done, has mostly to do with how we view ourselves. We enter into a relationship and develop our dynamic, but perhaps it is how we see ourselves that influences how we name ourselves more than the specifics of the relationship dynamic. What I mean by that is that if you look at “submissive” or “slave”, there are so many who call themselves by these names. I guess they feel most aligned to this or that club by virtue of there being more similarities than not. Yet in truth, when you dig underneath, there can be as many differences as similarities in their relationship dynamics even within their group.
I am most familiar with the club of “DD wives”, and while yes, we all live in relationships that acknowledge a “Head of Household” i.e. have a 24/7 power dynamic in place, I find I do not feel I have very much in common with many of them. When I read blogs of some women who call themselves slaves, I found I felt compelled to dig to find what the relationship was reallylike, that I could not assume. Now that seems like it would just be common sense, but there is also an assumption that slaves are one thing and submissives another, and of course, DDers are their own club and even often tell themselves that “we are nothing like you people”! (please note that was sarcastic…and yes, in DD circles they DO say those things, because some tell themselves “they are not kinky”…but don’t get me started). And then there are the slaves, like your commenter, that felt a bit offended that I was even asking the question, as if all slaves are somehow…well more something and should not be asked to explain themselves.
It has seemed to me, the deeper I look, the more I feel affirmed in my belief that we are all women on journeys of self understanding and relationship fulfillment. Exactly how we do that, where we find it, might vary, but people are people. We are more alike, all of us than different, and the defensiveness in all circles or clubs is usually rooted in fear and misunderstanding.
It occurs to me that the choice of name and affiliation, and thus the substantial difference between a slave and submissive, or DD wife, has something to do with the dynamic of the relationship, but really, mostly, to do with one’s view of oneself…our own identity or self image. As you said, the idea of “slave” really is very much a chosen one, not an imposed one. I am just very interested in thinking about how women choose to define themselves.
I have also seen that the definition and the chosen descriptive words mean different things to different people. I must say, the words you use that appeal to you …you like to think of yourself as his “pet”…just do nothing for me. That does not resonate for ME, so I don’t use that kind of terminology. Does that also reflect that there exist different kinds of boundaries in our relationships? Are our relationships so fundamentally different? Maybe, not necessarily, though. There are so many nuances in relationships, and seeing through reading a blog only shows you so much.
You said something interesting about limits:
However, I don’t know that I agree that my Master respects my limits. (This has been really difficult for me to think about, and I will probably have to revisit it in the future.)
He certainly respects his limits. But mine? I don’t think so.
I have to wonder. If he thought something he wanted was hurtful to you, would he do it? I don’t mean it just hurt, but YOU were hurt, in your heart or mind? I am talking about hard personal limits. I know slaves often go back to the idea that he “would never want to hurt his property”…but is that just another way of saying he respects you, your limits? There is a huge difference between what you don’t want, and what harms. If he cares for you, as I hope he does, you are precious to him as YOU are. He recognizes you for yourself, engages with you with a posture of awareness and care that would indeed be respectful to you and your hard personal limits…I think?
I have witnessed, in the relationships I have seen close up, (all were people who defined themselves as DD) that while we have a great deal in common…probably mostly because we were drawn to each other as friends, that there are also differences in expectations, the ebb and flow of power and what we each find we can and can’t live with in our relationships. NONE of us are just the same, and each of us, whatever we call ourselves, has a relationship with ourselves that we bring to the table with our significant other. Perhaps that name we choose to present to the world reflects that as much as it does the reality of the dynamic we live within? What do you think?
For me, and I believe for all of us, it comes back to the question of “Who am I?” I am interested in looking at other people, women in particular, I think because it ends up helping me see myself more clearly. I could not begin to think of myself as a “slave” as a “pet” and yet I would say I am his as he is mine. That last bit works for me. In truth, I don’t see myself as a submissive either. (I know it is not a noun, but humor me, please). Some women in D/s relationships see themselves as fundamentally “submissive”. I see myself as a complex woman with many qualities of all sorts, who does feel some satisfaction (and also challenge) in fitting herself into harmony with a man she loves, who is more dominant than not in personality. For me, for us, the spanking and any other BDSM-ish activity we might engage in fall into the category of sexual interest and play. Does it cross over into relationship and power dynamic? Of course! I don’t think we can slice ourselves or our relationships up into fixed parts. Everything crosses over and touches everything else, but if we do pin it down, as we must to look at it, that is how I see things…at least for today.
When It Rains It Pours!
What a week! Work is just running a thousand miles an hour, all good stuff, but all taking way too much of my time. It will only get worse. As of Monday I will have to commute an hour plus each way, three times a week into our city office, for at least the next month. Not my favorite way to spend what will amount to seven hours a week…driving up and down a major highway in rush hour!
Kids…they are fine, but wow, “big kids, big problems”! I want to fix it all for them, make them healthy and happy, strong and wise. I think the only thing we can do is love them, provide a safe haven, solid ground to launch from, and even return to, when needed. We try. Holding steady as they make their way into the world is sometimes easier said than done. If I just had a crystal ball, and could gaze into the future and know for sure it would all be ok…that they would be Ok. The only thing I have is to look back and remember the bumps that seemed so big at the time, the worries and issues that now, in retrospect, seem so small. This one was afraid of the dark…that one wet his bed…both for what we feared were way too many years, another threw major temper tantrums. Was there some underlying problem, something wrong with them, something wrong with us? Well, at 16-22 yrs old, I am proud to say no one is afraid of the dark, wets their bed OR throws tantrums anymore…phew! So I am choosing to believe this too shall pass!
Just to top off our week, on Friday when Grant was teaching two hours away with his cell turned off, and I was in a meeting in our city office an hour away, I got a call mid morning form our older son, “Mom, um…there seems to be water pouring through the ceiling into the TV room downstairs…the place is flooded!” I instructed him to go upstairs into our master bath to see where the water could be coming from. A pipe from our shower had burst, and was spraying not into the shower, but out into the room. Apparently the water had been running for hours already. I stepped out of the meeting and called my husband and then called the plumber. Both calls went to voice mail! I called my son back and together we tried to figure out where a water turn off valve might be for either the shower or the house. Neither of us knew, and he could not locate it! On a side note, if anyone reading here does not know how to turn off the water or power in your house, go find out right now! J Almost an hour later Grant got my text: Emergency – House flooded – Call home! Isn’t it a good thing he taught me to text last month?
Hours later, after calling the insurance company, and Grant running home to meet the clean up crew they sent to our house, we are more or less dry. We slept with huge industrial fans and a dehumidifier running all night. Two rooms were badly flooded, lots of dry wall and carpet will need to be replaced, and I have about 10 loads of laundry, 3/4ths of it wet towels, to do this weekend. A beautiful antique roll top desk that belonged to my mother will need to be professionally restored. In the scheme of things, while it was and will be a mess to fix, there are a lot worse things in life! And…I had been wanting new bedroom carpet anyway!
Oh, and we went to visit the rescue farm on Thursday morning and found a couple of mini’s we liked. We will adopt one or the other, as soon as I manage to get the application filled out. We will be providing long term foster care to the little guy or gal, which really feels like a unique and rather nice thing!
So, spanking, kink…yeah when the laundry is done, the floors dry, the kids settled, and the horse claimed…or later tonight, whichever comes first.
