Monday, May 10, 2021

Caught Cheating

 

I’m pretty sure that many of you, probably the majority, concluded that was referring to being with another woman in some way or other. Well, it makes for a good headline. But nothing could be further from the truth. There was never, for one second, the possibility of desiring anyone else; from the very beginning. And even if I found myself distracted with such a temptation, it would be immediately dismissed anyway.  That’s not the way I roll.

It had to do with my stealth practice of taking a few Tylenol, or something similar in advance if I knew a spanking was coming. Of course I didn’t always get advanced warning. But if I did, I took advantage of it.

Did I feel like I was being sneaky? No. Not really. Truth is I am such a low-pain tolerance person that when I could take even a bit of the edge off it I could be more available and less desperate, making it a better experience for her.

One day she happened to notice me taking the pills and asked about it. I explained it as I just did for you and she studied me, thought for a couple of minutes, and concluded that my intentions were honorable. Now I just know some of my friends would razz me and say “Uh huh. That’s why you took the polls, for her? Uh huh. Like I’ll believe that.” I couldn’t say that they were completely wrong. I was in fact trying to save my ass to some degree.

Technically, it was her idea in the first place. Once when we were going to a party, she encouraged me to take some Motrin. I was freshly recovered from a back injury, but really wanted to go. She, being exceedingly practical, came up with the idea.

Not exactly an earth-shaking story. But I hope that was interesting.

Tuesday, April 27, 2021

New Beginnings

 


It’s hard for me to believe it. But it’s been three years since Aunt Kay left. Many of you have been supportive to me and reached out with kind words and that’s something I will never forget.

Here, among you who come to this site because we have the same interest, I feel like I am talking to people who not only care, but also understand. And I hope my openly sharing this dark chapter in my life may be helpful to you if/when you must face a loss like this.

Three years; it’s a long time and it’s just an eye blink. I KNOW she would not like me to stay without a woman in my life. She told me and she would be getting impatient about it by now. I guess I would say “I’m ready now”, whatever that means. But I don’t know what it is I’m ready for. I feel like I am a pretty good guy and a woman could do worse.

But what am I “ready” for? Sometimes I think a new friend/partner would have to be DWC-oriented. That having that element in my life, even though I’m not exactly young anymore, would be a righteous thing. Other times, I think that NOT having to get spanked isn’t such a terrible fate either. We shall see what we shall see.

But what grows ever clearer to me is the intimacy factor. I think, as best my recollection serves me, that I have felt a genuine sense of intimacy toward every woman who has spanked me. Not to say I felt attached or anything. Just that experiencing a woman’s discipline is really special. So I come back to the fact that the intimacy is what matters to me far more that the disciplinary aspect.

So what am I open to? Who knows? The Universe is always listening. I’ll let you know how things turn out. Meanwhile, enjoy each day to the maximum, have no regrets, help others when you can, and say “yes” more often than “no”.

Sunday, April 4, 2021

"Fetch Me A Switch"

 


Today I was working in the woods, clearing dead wood. (we have to be super conscientious about fire danger here in the Sierra Foothills) As I was working I heard the words “Bring me a switch.” I did a double-take and looked around. Of course there was no one there. I admit to being a kind of Woo Woo guy, have been since I was a kid. It was probably my imagination, or was it? In the past three years my relationship with other realms, other realities, or maybe just extensions of my own consciousness into spaces it didn’t travel before have expanded greatly.

It made me smile. I am sure it is the only time, ever, that those words made me smile. Those were probably the most dreaded words for me in our DWC relationship. Sometimes she would say “Go cut a switch”, or “Bring me a switch.”  “Fetch me a switch” was revealing in a way. She grew up on a rural dirt farm and although she never discussed discipline there, a few hints leaked out from time to time.

She taught me what she expected a switch to look like. I only brought a wimpy one to her once, causing her to go get one for herself. She had me examine it, explained that it was e sturdier than what she normally sent me for, and then used it. Message received!

She used the switch very infrequently. For example; while she liked me to be an assertive guy, and encouraged healthy discussion about things, I sometimes got carried away arguing too vehemently, and even being sarcastic. All of a sudden I would hear, in a very calm measured voice, “Go fetch me a switch.” I knew I was totally screwed and I had better not open my mouth to in any way object.

The switch is extremely painful and leaves ugly welts. You have heard the phrase “a spanking you’ll never forget?” Trust me; this is something you can live without “remembering”. But I wanted to share this memory with you because I actually felt nothing but loving memories when I heard that voice in the woods. I would absolutely have loved to be fetching a switch for her.

On our wedding day we took a private stroll before the ceremony and, seated on a fallen log, she switched my bare butt over her knee.



Friday, April 2, 2021

Let Her Light Shine

 

It is three years today since Aunt Kay left this mortal realm.

I know I am not the only one who still feels that loss.

I have a candle burning here for her.

I invite you to also light one so her light may shine around the world.

 

 

 


Sunday, February 7, 2021


 Ad for this Bison belt came to me unsolicited. Looks like something every cowgirl should have.

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Wednesday, January 6, 2021

Talk to the Hand

 As you can see, a hand spanking from Aunt Kay was not any easier than with any other implement.


Yes, that was indeed made from an outline of her hand.



Thursday, November 26, 2020

Confessing Misbehavior

 


While I continue to have what I think of as interesting thoughts about DWC matters, I wonder if it’s worth the effort to put them out on this Blog. But, I guess writers gotta write. So here’s this one.

The subject is confessing misbehavior to a disciplinary wife. I have had discussions with several men about this. Some consider it absurd, preferring the philosophy that if you get caught, like in “real life”, then you get the consequences. Otherwise, it’s your good luck. Others are committed to a higher standard; honesty, openness, and integrity. While I personally was committed to the higher standard, I’m not really saying it is the better or proper choice. In fact, I only call it a higher standard because it requires a lot more effort; a higher consumption of emotional energy if you will. Anyway, it’s that approach this piece is about.

The commitment to openness and honesty was the starting point of my relationship with Aunt Kay; well before she was Aunt Kay or even knew about my disciplinary bent. In some ways openly expressing emotions was more difficult for her, because her nature was much more privacy-oriented then mine. But it was the foundation for a relationship with an incredible amount of trust. We would have walked into Hell hand in hand.

I believe my preference for the higher standard is echoed by most DWC men. One reason I say that is the incredible impact of the Confessional events at DWC gatherings. The pre-gathering assignment for men was to write an essay about something they felt required disciplinary action to release energy they were still holding for misdeeds, misbehavior, etc, but had kept more or less secret. These were delivered to Aunt Kay upon arrival and she studied them very carefully, observed the women during the first day, and ultimately made assignments for who would “discuss” their confession with who. Some of those sessions delivered such liberation that the men talked about it for years afterwards.

For me, if Aunt Kay looked me in the eye and said “is there anything you need to tell me.” I sucked it up and said what I needed to say. There were even times after a spanking, when I was SO thankful it was over, and she asked “Is there anything ELSE I should know.” And as hard as every word was, I would tell her the truth. There were times she just appreciated my honesty and let it go. But other times she decided that I needed additional disciplinary attention and the consequences were unforgettable.

Like the men I mentioned above who were liberated, by which I mean came away feeling almost brand new, soul scrubbed clean, the medicine brought me years and years of well being and contentedness.

So, at the risk of sounding like a broken record, I'll say - if you are among those who are still holding out, fearful of telling your partner about your needs; maybe it's time.


If this entry helps promote deeper intimacy for any of you I’ll consider it worth my time.