Sunday, November 27, 2016

The Braided Strap


This is my wife's absolute favorite "go to" when she feels like using a strap. She has so many other well- crafted leather items that I can't count them. But when she walks into the room and snaps that thing a few times I still get the shivers. As always, she knows too well what she is doing.

The couple of minutes of "visual enjoyment" I embarrassingly admit to, completely vanish the instant it is applied.

That said, I remain deeply grateful for her wisdom and guidance. Heaven knows I would be lost without it.

Friday, November 25, 2016

Thanksgiving Gratitude



Thanksgiving Gratitude

I hope all of you in the U.S. had a nice Thanksgiving. I know I did.

Before dinner we went around the table and everyone said what they were thankful for. It was very touching to hear the heartfelt statements of appreciation for something in everyone’s life.

When it was my turn, I said something about being thankful for friends and family (all true).

Then, a couple of moments after my turn, while people were still giving their statements, I whispered to my wife; “I am thankful for you being a real DWC wife and everything you do to make that happen.”

I was rewarded with a beautiful, loving smile.

Saturday, November 19, 2016

Loving My Lurkers


Considering the number of visits I get compared to the extremely few "Comments" and only 2 "Followers"; I have to Love My Lurkers. And I am O.K. with the way things are. I get tremendous satisfaction from seeing the number of readers that come by.

Would I like to hear from more of you? Of course. But, that's about me. And "Loving Our Lurkers" is about YOU.  Love Ya'll

Thursday, November 10, 2016

Cane Confusion



Cane Confusion

Any regular readers of this blog; if I can use the word “regular” with a straight face, since I don’t write regularly, know that my wife is fond of using the cane for spanking. I, on the other side of the equation, am not a big fan of that implement. And again referring to previous entries, I have explained that she seems to enjoy positioning me OUTSIDE on the porch to take care of business. Personally I think it is very rude. (As if anyone cares what I think when it’s spanking time).

A few months ago my wife had an accident and has needed to use one of those walking canes while she rehabilitates. During this time she has obviously been less mobile than normal and I am more than happy to do anything and everything that can make it easier for her manage.

One of her common requests is to please bring her a cane if it happens to be out of reach. After all these years together as a DWC couple, I still jump out of my skin when she asks for her cane. It’s kind of funny actually.

I had really thought that given her minimal mobility I would get a hiatus from her disciplinary regime. That turned out not to be the case. She explained that she had done too much work on me already to let things slip. So now I have to do even more to make it extremely convenient for her to exercise her prerogatives. That means clamping down on my own resistance and doing the best I can to make sure she doesn’t have to work at restraining me. So more than ever I am striving to avoid my instinctive escape moves. (I wish I were better at it. But I am better than I was).

Wednesday, September 7, 2016

The AVON hairbrush

This is a truly unique hairbrush.  It's an old Avon - heavy plastic.

This little femme beauty aid is dreadful when applied for uses other than brushing  hair.


Friday, September 2, 2016

SPANKING MAKES YOU STRONGER



SPANKING MAKES YOU STRONGER

When I was a kid we used to say that “Horror Movies make you stronger.”  Relying on the wisdom of our 11 year-old brains, we figured that by getting really scared and then living to talk about it we somehow accrued toughness.  We had these profound discussions on the way home; between punching one another on the shoulder and shoving each other into bushes along the sidewalk.

Many decades later, as I sit here on a very tender bottom; the “horror movie” of a bath brush spanking VERY fresh in my memory, I find myself pondering almost the same thing. I have once again lived through, what for me is a frightening and painful event. So what are the benefits in addition to the behavioral improvements my wife wants to see (and I agree with her about)? I’ll tell you.

From time to time we all have to deal with pain. For example, I used to freak out at the dentist office. Or if I have to deal with some part of my body that got injured;   such as back or shoulder, I remind myself just how excruciating a disciplinary spanking is and that I lived through it just fine. I actually find courage when I do that.

It doesn’t make the dental work or the back injury any less painful. But it helps me to relax, somewhat, in the circumstances.  The bit of relaxing lessens the fear and in that moment I am more in control, and I would argue “stronger” for it.

In the past we were fortunate enough to have a community of Disciplinary Wives couples. Often the men would bond over the understanding that we were “tough enough” to take our punishment. We had been to “the horror movie” together and were happy to hang out together after it was over. It offered a really special connection.

I don’t know if it’s just me who leverages the disciplinary aspect of my life to be stronger in other areas or if there are others who have figured it out. It would be nice to know.

Tuesday, August 16, 2016

Saved from a Hard Spanking



Saved at the Last Minute

Truth be told, I have been a bit on the short-tempered side lately. I am a really mild temperament kind of guy. So “short tempered” doesn’t imply anything like shouting or being really aggressive. It just means saying some things in ways that would have been better left unsaid.

Well, as you would expect, after a few incidents like that she got irritated and mentioned it. I heard her loud and clear. But the little devil inside was riled up; about life in general I guess.
So we were driving along a lovely country road when she determinedly announced it had been too long and I could expect a “good hard” spanking later that evening. She very rarely, almost never actually, adds adjectives like “good hard spanking”. So after a few ineffective protests I shut up because she said she would definitely add to it if I kept making a fuss.

We got home and went about our business; doing normal house things. I was working in my office and she was off in another room sorting through stuff. And no, I didn’t forget for a minute that I had a session coming later – whenever she felt good and ready.

As it got into evening I was on edge. She doesn’t often forget and time was running out. Then she came into my office and announced that she was giving me a kind of pardon on the spanking. I was dumbfounded. Happy, but dumbfounded. I asked why.

The answer was that while she was sorting that stuff she came across some, let’s call it memorabilia, and she re-lived a time when I had shown total selfless dedication to her under tough circumstances. She said it softened her heart so much she could not punish me.
Well, right about then I got pretty mushy feeling too. So that was one evening with her paddle, or whatever she happened to be in the mood for, that didn’t have to happen. Now if I can just reel in that irritable little monster that I suspect is still lurking below the surface in me, all will stay good.