125. Kayla’s Immersion (and “slappy” anniversary to me!)

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Wow, almost 3 weeks between posts.  That’s a record for me.  

Couple of reasons for this respite.  Same old, “life got busy” stuff but also we had flu bug hit our house.  First me, then my son.  It probably accounted for about four or five days of being all off schedule.  Then there was just other things we can file under “stuff happens” that kept me at bay.

The most noteworthy item regarding my DD household will, of course, be about Kayla.  But before that….

Slappy Anniversary!
Oh, by the way, March 17 was the two-year anniversary of us adopting a lifestyle of Domestic Discipline!   Still loving it and I can’t imagine myself living any other way!

Okay, back to Kayla…
Her original “contract” is up soon and she has been anxious to update and replace it. She found this “play” checklist that she used to articulate her desires and limits, and suffice to say, there were only a few things on this checklist that she marked “no.”   It really is a well thought out list.  I encourage you to check out it.  

For some of the items it was a “yes, but…” but again, very few no’s.  Kayla has recognized that she has a desire for a much deeper submission a more Master/slave versus Dominant/submissive.  Much like my Submissive Frenzy, and my subsequent M/s immersion, she is craving more subjugation.  Before she codified her terms of subjugation, I strongly encouraged her to have her own M/s immersion.  I wanted her to first experience some of the things she was craving and make sure they really “scratched the itch” in the way she anticipated.  

Spring Break gave us a great opportunity to do this “immersion” as there was a three-day period where J would not be with us.  He and his cousins were spending time at my parents.  Let the immersion begin. 

I am not going to share many details as those details are about Kayla’s journey, not mine. But I will share a few observations.

KAYLA PREPARES
Kayla went in confident that the immersion was an introduction to a new way of living versus just a trail that would soon end.  She prepared herself in some pretty extreme ways. She shaved off all her hair, from head to toe.  She got her nipples and her clit pierced, which is a fun story by itself that I’ll try to remember to post about later.  Just know that Kayla, who can take a spanking like pro, is not fond of needles and didn’t even get her ears pierced until she was 17.   She would tell you that she had more trepidation over getting those piercings than she had about the immersion.  

For me the most extreme things was shaving her head and eyebrows.  She said she wanted to look different and to her it represented starting anew and growing anew.  It was very emotional for her.  She cried when she first looked in the mirror, but not in a sad way.  She said she was overwhelmed with a euphoria and a sort of extra sensory reaction from seeing the visual representation of starting a new journey.   It wasn’t a bawling type of cry.  She was smiling and chuckling as tears streamed down her face.

We got a general agreement as to what she was looking for in her immersion. She didn’t want to give Mike or me too many specific requests or guidelines.  Through the checklist she told us what would be acceptable, plus she went over a range of ‘acts of service” that she wanted to have expected of her, and sexually she said she was completely at Mike’s disposal for anything, any time,  – and anyone – that he commanded.  She wanted to be surprised and have her limits pushed.  So push we did, especially Mike. 

KAYLA’S IMMERSION
I am not comfortable sharing much about it.  I think perhaps in some ways it is because it was more than what I would want for myself, so I have a little harder time connecting to it enthusiastically.  I also had to see Mike be the Master and again, in ways that were more than I would want for him.   I had to keep my mind focused on Kayla’s wishes and focused on her happiness.  Spoiler alert – she was happy with the entire experience.  However, I still don’t have the enthusiasm to write about it, plus, it was such a personal journey for her that I don’t want to risk diminishing it through my own interpretations.  It was something for her and not intended for me, so why risk taking her experience from her through my own analysis of it?  

The things she did and had done to her were very intense, both physically and emotionally. So much so I don’t even want to relive it in writing.  There were a couple of times I told Mike I thought it was too much, but he persisted and said as long as both of us felt Kayla was capable of speaking for herself he would continue until Kayla said she had enough. Half way through the third and last day, Kayla actually relented and called “red” to stop, not just the particular activity, but the immersion.

She went to sleep very early that day and we let her sleep in the next.  She slept for almost 18 hours.  Before she went to sleep we spent a lot of time with her, reassuring, lots of after care, and that continued the next day, and luckily J didn’t come home until late that day.  That gave us pretty much the entire day to focus on Kayla.  

She was chipper, and said she felt refreshed, but a bit sore, like after an intense work out.  We went easy on her for the whole day and pretty much took the day off from any DD.  She reflected positively on the experience and felt very good about reaching her limit.  She had no regrets, which was a relief to Mike and I as we thought perhaps things got a bit too intense.

She said she definitely wants some of the M/s things in her new contract but agreed she doesn’t want to try to live the immersion 24/7.  For one, it just isn’t practical for us, but more importantly, it isn’t what she wants.   She has already shared a draft and has made several edits.  She also wants to plan for another immersion in the summer.  Yikes!  That is asking a lot of Mike.  I plan to somewhat repeat my  M/s immersion from last year.  (J spends at least a week at my parents during the summer).  

It all makes for a funny conversation – talking about how to accommodate Kayla’s submissive needs and desires as well as mine.  If anyone overheard us they would think we are crazy.  Maybe we are!    Crazy happy, that’s for sure! 

 

 

 

 

 

 

124. Mischievous Mike and the Room, the Dance, the Term, and the Treat.

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I’ll wrap up the goings on of Mike and Kayla’s Florida trip.  (Continued from Post 122 and Post 123).   It will then be time to move on to other happenings and musings.  

THE ROOM
This is a non-story  but illustrates that Mike at least showed some discretion in not going too far.   His plan was to “secure” Kayla in some way in the room while he went to his business meeting, which would take him about three hours.  Basically, tie her or handcuff her to something so she could not move around, leave her naked, and let housekeeping do their thing.

Several things worked against this idea.  One, there wasn’t a good place to secure her that wasn’t likely to freak out housekeeping.  Cause too much alarm and perhaps the police would be called.   So, handcuffing her to the closet railing was out.   He was hoping he could secure her so that she would be on the bed, and could also stand up.  The way the light fixtures and furniture was arranged, the only options left her spread eagle in the middle of the bed.   He thought about going ahead and setting her up that way and covering her with a sheet.  That way it would decrease the freak-out risk and Kayla could just tell them to please clean the room and don’t mind her.  She could tell them she is fine and it is part of a prank or something.   Kayla told Mike she wold do whatever he came up with, and at this point, Mike knew that she was more than capable of following through.  In the end, he decided such hijinks in the room.

Kayla said it was very funny.  Mike would say “Hum, how about this…?” or, “I know, how about this…?”   Each time Kayla would reply with “That’s fine, Sir, whatever you want.”   

While Mike can give the excuse he was just being cautious, the way this game is played, it is still a “score” for Kayla.   Kayla 3.  Mike 0.

THE DANCE
They went out to dance hall/bar one evening.  Once there, Mike told her she needed to get five men and two women to dance with her and it only counted if she initiated the dance.
The place wasn’t overly crowded, but crowded enough, and Kayla felt like the five men would be plausible, but wasn’t so sure about the women. Kayla admitted that of all the “tasks,” she found this one the most challenging.   I mentioned before she is a bit shy and she definitely felt awkward in this type of situation.

She was dressed fairly sexy, nothing crazy, but “revealing enough” in her words.  As soon as Mike told her the rules she immediately got up and made a bee line to the dance floor.  She caught the eye of some guys at a table as she walked by and she didn’t even stop walking – she just said to the first one that made eye contact with her, “You there, let’s dance.”   They guy said, “Oh, I am here with my girlfriend.” (who wasn’t at the table at the time).  So without missing a step Kayla pointed to another guy and said, “Okay, you.”
So the two of them danced.   And when it was done, he asked the one other guy at the table, “Are you here with a girlfriend?”  When he said no, she said, “Alright then, let’s dance.”  So they did.  She punched her dance card twice in no time!

When she finished dancing with the second guy and they walked back to his table, the girlfriend of the first guy had returned.  Remember, this was the bold Kayla, the confident Kayla, the Kayla that was on a mission.  So she looked at the girlfriend and said, “Your boyfriend didn’t want to dance with me out of respect for you, would you like to dance with me out of respect for him?”  And Kayla added a wink as she said it.  Now, I don’t really know what that phrase means exactly, and neither did Kayla, but it just sounded good and sounded suggestive.  Whatever it sounded like, the woman agreed!    

After the two of them finished dancing they invited her to sit down with them. Kayla declined and said she had to get back to her boyfriend (Mike) and needed a break.  Kayla said they were all a bit puzzled and sort of half-smiled at her like with a body language that said, “Alrighty then, we won’t ask what that’s about!”

Suffice to say, Kayla was well on her way to dancing with all that she needed to dance with.  In addition, she was asked several times by different people, even another woman, to dance.  Although this was the most nerve-racking task for her, it turned out to be very easy.  

Some people must really pay attention to other people because several times people came up to the table where Mike and Kayla were sitting and asked her to dance.  Either they were observing that she was dancing with “everyone” or just observing that obviously the “old dude” with her was not a date.  Whatever the reason, at one point Kayla declined to dance with someone simply due to needing a break.  Mike butted in and said, “Kayla, you have plenty of time to rest later, so dance.”   When she returned from dancing with that guy, Mike added a new stipulation that she could not decline anyone’s offer.

She easily got her 5 guys and 2 women.  Of course Mike’s excuse was that the way the dance floor and crowd was flowing and hopping that in his mind it turned out the task was just too easy.   In hindsight he said he should have said she had to be propositioned by 5 guys and 2 women.  Sounds like sour grapes to me!  He knows as well as I do that this was hard for Kayla and very much against her nature.

Kayla 4.  Mike 0.  

THE TERM
Early in the trip Mike told Kayla that when they were out and about that whenever she referred to him in front of someone she needed to constantly use a different “loving” term.  The moment she repeated herself they would need to excuse themselves so she could be immediately spanked.  

Mike pointed out to her she already called him “Sir,” and “Daddy.”  When they got to the hotel, Kayla went to a little snack area to grab a few drinks and called out to Mike who was at the desk not far away, “Hey Dad, do you want me to get a water for you?”   I wonder if the front desk clerk noticed this.  Afterall, their room was just a single bed!  

Kayla stayed focused that first night when they ate dinner, and much of the next day, referring to him has “Dear” “Father,” “Honey,” and even, “Lover.”  It looked like Kayla would win again.  

Kayla said her trick was that she was trying to go alphabetically. Since the first thing she thought of was “Dad” and then “Dear”, she immediately would think of the next letter and whatever popped in her mind is what she would tell herself to remember to use the next time.  She said the trick is not to think ahead or you will get lost, and never go backwards once a word popped in your head.  For instance, she could have gone with “Babe” but since she started with Dad, she couldn’t go backwards in the alphabet.  She figured she would have a lot of words to use before she would have to start over and risk repeating herself.    I TOLD YOU KAYLA WAS SMART.  Who would possibly come up with a solution like this??

She actually used “Love” and “Lover.” Then Master, My Sweet, Sweety, etc.  She admitted to sneaking a google search of “terms of endearment” to help her out.  Hey, Mike never said she couldn’t get help.   It wasn’t until their second morning there that she flubbed.

They were having breakfast at a restaurant not far from the hotel when she called Mike, “Dear.”  They were already seated at a table.  Mike looked around and there was no place that seemed conducive to a spanking.  He then had an idea.  He told the waitress that he needed to make a quick private call and needed “his wife” to come with him to be on the call. They were going to go out to the parking lot to make the call and would be right back.

He walked Kayla to the car and told Kayla to get in the backseat and pull down her pants and panties.  The parking lot was crowded and large enough that there was sufficient privacy unless someone walked right by the car.  Mike was in the front seat and pulled out his belt and gave her 12 quick whacks.  That was that.  

Final score for this trip was Kayla 4. Mike 1 

THE TREAT
The treat for her “winning” the airport challenge (as he called it) was a mani/pedi with massage that he arranged for her in Orlando.   Then, there was the treat for her overall victory.  Originally they hadn’t planned on doing any Disney stuff except for Downtown Disney.  Mike surprised her on the last day there with a day at Magic Kingdom.   You have to understand that Kayla loves Disneyworld.  (as do I) .  

I mentioned before that we go to Disney a lot as a family.  Kayla has been a few times growing up and had great memories of her trips.  She said they have a special place in her heart because, well, it was like magic.  Her Disney trips growing up were when her parents seemed the happiest and, well, everyone was happy.   Anyway, suffice to say Disney means a lot to her and she was disappointed that Mike said they wouldn’t be going to any parks.   Surprise! 

So, that’s about it regarding their trip. A great bonding experience for the two of them, and a great growing experience for Kayla.  Other than a few exceptions, one that came with very few spankings! 

Next: 125. Kayla’s Immersion (and “slappy” anniversary to me!)

 

 

 

 

 

  

    

123. Mischievous Mike and the Swim

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I am sharing some of the events that Mike and Kayla shared with me regarding their trip to Florida together.  I previously shared their silliness at the airport, and will now share another escapade of theirs that I call, “The Swim.” 

I want to remind you of a few things so you understand a bit about what Kayla was feeling during these experiences.  You can learn more about her on Post 91 Undressing Kayla.  She is the admittedly “quirky girl” and shy, at least in groups – she has never been shy around us.  She is overly self-conscious of her looks, even though she is beautiful.  While she seems a confident and vibrant 22-year old around us, in many ways she is like an insecure 14 or 15-year-old when in public or especially when around people her own age. She has always been more comfortable around older people.  Throughout school her friends were always several grades ahead of her and today, her friends are all in their late twenties to early thirties (and then of course there is us).  I restate this to give greater context as to the impact the experiences I am sharing had on Kayla.

Mike told Kayla to purchase a two-piece bathing suit for their upcoming trip.  He said that it needed to be “skimpy.”  Mike knew that would be difficult for her.  I mentioned before she has been around my family for many years, even on vacation with us.  In any swimming activities she always wore a one piece.  Too shy and self-conscious to attempt the bikini.  

She bought one and tried it on for Mike and he told her to return it – not skimpy enough.  He even spanked her for not following his orders to buy something skimpy.  He called it “revealing but not skimpy” and sent her back to purchase another.  He was happy with the second purchase – low cut all around so there was both some cleavage action and had both some side-boob and bottom-boob action.  This link is a fairly good representation of the top.  The one she got had a little more coverage than that one, but, it gives you a good idea. It required frequent adjustment while wearing it to keep the boob coverage publicly presentable.  The bottom was skimpy too.  Small and tight in the crotch and, while not a g-string, it showed a lot of ass.  This link shows one that was fairly close to what her bottom looked like.  

He asked her how she liked it.  Having to be honest she said, “I like it because it is what you want for me.”   He asked if this was something she would wear if he didn’t require it.  Without hesitation she said, “No, Sir, I would not.”   “Good, then I know for sure it is the right one for you,” he proudly said.

They went down to the pool as late as they could and the only people there was a table of what turned out to be college aged kids.  Mike told Kayla she wanted her to “flaunt” her body.   She made big sweeping adjustments to her top, and when she did she gave them an innocent and incidental  flash of her boobs – which they clearly saw as they were already checking her out. 

Kayla, being on a bold streak after the airport experience,  not only did that, but made eye contact with the group as she “adjusted” and said, “Oh, hello y’all.” 

Mike and Kayla were in the water at one end of the pool.  Mike embraced Kayla, wrapping his arms around her, and told her, “I want you to swim the length of the pool and when you reach the wall on the other side, stand up, wipe the water from your eyes, and then swim back to me.  She did so.  This time he told her, “Good, I want you to do it again, but I want you to have a wardrobe malfunction. I want you to lose your top just a few feet from me but keep swimming.  When you get to the other side, stand up again and give a bit of a shriek and yell, “I lost my top!”  I don’t want you to go back under the water and I don’t want you to cover yourself with your hands.  We will just ad-lib it from there.

She did as she was told and of course when she shrieked, the guys all looked over.  Kayla then said, “Where did my top go?”  One of the guys at the table pointed in the water near Mike, “there it is.”   The guys looked over at Mike and as he retrieved the top he said, “Well, you might as well get a good look before she gets it on.”   Undaunted, Kayla gave a pose and cupped her boobs together and said, “Well, if he wants you to have a good look, then let me make them easier to see.”   Mike then tossed her top, not to Kayla, but out of the pool near the table.  Mike said, “Go get it.”

The young men just laughed and looked over at Kayla as she had this surprised look about her.  One of the guys got up and said, “I’ll toss it to you.”  Kayla, knowing that Mike is purposely trying to embarrass her and feeling confident after her “win” over his last attempt to do so, said, “What’s wrong, you don’t want me to get any closer to you?  Just leave it and I’ll come get it.”  

With that she swam back to the end where Mike was. She told Mike, “Now would like me to lose my bottoms, Sir?”   Mike had played a few games like this before with her, but this trip was like “major league” play.  Yet this rookie Kayla really knows how to play this game.  She totally flipped the script and instead of Mike pushing her, she was the one pushing to see how far Mike would take things.  

Mike told her to leave her bottoms on and to retrieve her top.  In telling me this story Mike said he had Kayla leave her bottoms on only because he was concerned there could be kids coming in or it could cause trouble.  I slyly told him, “How convenient, Sir, are you sure it wasn’t the fact that you were simply the first to blink.  Sounded to me like Kayla was ready to go further.  I think she wins again.”

Kayla 2.  Mike 0. 

Kayla said, “Hell yeah  I won, and I even took it further.  Let me tell you about my victory lap!”  Turned out when she got herself out of the pool and walked over to her top she told the guys at the table, “Here’s a closer look.  Look all you want.”  She then took the top and sort of half put it on.  She  then asked one of the guys to tie it for her. She purposely let one boob hang out for some time before “noticing” she needed to tuck it in.   Once the top was secured she looked down and said, “Oh, you can barely see my nipple through this thing.”  With that, she stuck her hand under her top and tweaked both nipples for about ten seconds.  “There, don’t you all think that looks better?  Thanks guys. Isn’t Orlando fun?!”

She then went back into the pool and embraced Mike and laughingly said, “Sir, I will do anything for you.  Although I am full of embarrassment, I can always will myself to surrender to your will.  I am all yours and my embarrassment is not as important to me as my service to you.”  They stayed in the pool a little longer, and then got out and went over and talked to the guys for a bit.   That’s when they found out they were in college.  It was two pairs of brothers who were each other’s cousins Did I explain that clearly?  Whatever – not important to the story.

While Mike generally likes to win at these games, he was now even more motivated since he had  “lost” twice in a row.  Could he actually conjure up a public scene that could break her will power?  Of course, this is bounded by what is safe, sane, and legal, as well as her hard limits.  Other than that, it is only limited by Mike’s imagination.  Well, Orlando is the land of magic and imagination.  He had more in store for her the next morning. 

NEXT: 124. Mischievous Mike and the Room, the dance, the term, and the treat.

 

 

 

 

 

  

 

122. Mischievous Mike and the Little Girl

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I thought I’d share some of what went on when Mike and Kayla went to Florida together a few weeks ago (mentioned in Post 115. My Abundant Life).  

Mike had a business meeting in Orlando and he was the only one from his company attending.  It only needed to be a short overnight trip but Kayla asked to come along and he extended it to three nights.  It was a great opportunity for just the two of them bond without me.  Kayla was elated and so excited for them to play “couple.”  I mentioned before that far from minding this, I love this.  I loved Mike’s date night with Donna, and I loved the idea of him having time alone with Kayla.  I was also pleased to see Kayla so excited about it. 

THE TEASE
When they came back home I didn’t question them on specifics.  Just the general, “How was it?”  They didn’t provide many details, just the general, “it was nice, we had a good time.”   I purposely didn’t want to ask too many questions as I don’t want Mike or Kayla to feel compelled to tell me what they do.  Neither has an obligation to do so and while of course I am curious, I don’t have an expectation that they tell me.  It actually is part of the thrill I get.  I like being a bit in the dark about such things.  I can’t explain it.  I just know that even just writing about it is enough to get all those tingly love-chemicals flowing in my body.   Yummy. 

I did ask each of them if they learned anything knew about each other.  Kayla said she learned that Mike is more mischievous than she thought.  Mike said that he learned that Kayla was indeed willing to do as she was told, even when it exposes her insecurities. Now, the normal person would have said, “Do tell!”  But, not me.   It was like a game.  I didn’t want to let them know I was interested in the details, but they knew that I was and that I wouldn’t just come out and say so.  It was a game of will.  Who would break first? 

I simply said, “That’s good, I was hoping you all would learn something.”  I figured I would work on Kayla separately as I felt I could get her to “break” but that Mike  was as solid as Fort Knox and would never tell until I asked.  I was not going to ask! 

I knew Kayla was dying to tell me, so later I brought it up to her, first with an innocent question.  “So, what did you do when Mike was at his meeting?”   “Well Ma’am, we just sat around the hotel room,.” she replied.  

I followed with, “Did you all go anywhere fun?”    She answered, “Yes Ma’am, we went to Downtown Disney – now called Disney Springs, and we also swam at the hotel and we went to Howl at the Moon and to some dance bar.”

“What was the bar scene like?”   “Well Ma’am,” she said, “it was pretty typical.  A good crowd of mostly 20 to 30-somethings, loud, festive.  The usual stuff.”

“Oh, so, was the pool at the hotel heated?”   “No Ma’am, but it was indoors.” 

Damn, she wasn’t cracking.  My subsequent questions were all met with short and nondescript answers.  She’s good at this!

I continued for a week to try to bait her into details – nothing doing!   Finally, I broke.  One evening I said, “Okay, okay, y’all, so tell me some details of what you did in Florida.  Mike, what was it that you did that was so mischievous and Kayla, what did he have you do?”

Mike laughed and took on this facial expression that could only be described as the expression of sweet victory.  But he wasn’t going to just let me off easily.  He said, “You just have to know, don’t you?”   He wanted me to clearly admit defeat and admit my desire to know.   I remained coy.  “Well Sir, I am interested in learning more about how the two of you get along on your own and the types of things you did.”    His response was, “Well, we got along very well, and we did some kinky things, so, there you go.” 

He had me.  “Okay, okay, you win Sir. Yes, I have to know the details.”   He said, “But I thought you enjoy being kept in the dark.  Should I deny you that enjoyment?”   Ug, he was still not letting me off the hook.  

JEN RELENTS!
“Sir, yes, I do enjoy being kept in the dark, but I think of the feeling it gives me as the same feeling as foreplay.  It is a great sensation that I love, but at some point, you want to climax, and I just can’t take the foreplay any longer.  I am not asking for an accounting of the sex acts.  I have a good idea that there was plenty of that.  I just want to know about the fun you had.  It couldn’t have just been sex, sex, sex.  So, please share.”

THE STORIES
They shared a lot of crazy and fun stories of their time in Florida.  I gave each of their stories a name and the first one, “Little Girl” is by far my favorite.    It was a classic Mike induced challenge of wills and wit.   Mike loves to play these types of games with both of us, just like he did in making me crack and beg to hear their stories.  But on this trip with Kayla, perhaps Mike met his match?  Or did he? 

LITTLE GIRL
It started when they arrived at the airport to depart.  Mike told Kayla that until they got to their hotel room in Florida she was to play like a “helpless little girl” and needed to be “loud” about it.  He told her that her goal was to try to embarrass him and get him to tell her to stop.  If she gets him to do that she would get a treat.  If he gets her to break character, then he wins and there would be no treat. 

She went right into her role as soon as they got on the shuttle from the parking garage to the terminal.  She fairly loudly and in a baby girl voice said, “Daddy, I don’t feel so well. I think I need to go potty.”  She put her head on his shoulder and crosses her legs as if to hold it in.  Mike boldly said, “Sorry little girl, I didn’t hear you, what was that?” Instead of backing down with a “Never mind,” she even more loudly said, “I need to go potty now.” This clearly got the attention of others sitting around them.  Mike didn’t flinch and told her that it would only be a few minutes.  She up’d the ante by saying, “But Daddy, I am going to go in my pants if I have to wait.”   Mike went right back at her and calmly said, “Well honey, you wanted to wear your big girl pants today.  An accident wouldn’t be nice to all these people in the shuttle, we are almost there.”   Kayla didn’t have a come back other than a sad “Ooooh, Daddy.”  Advantage – Mike. 

It is only a short ride to the terminal.  When it was time to get off, Kayla said, “Daddy, I can’t walk.  If I walk I am gonna have an accident in my panties.  Can you carry me?”  They had luggage to carry and while Mike could carry Kayla, he doesn’t have the best back.  He didn’t want to risk hurting himself carrying her off the shuttle, plus, there was the luggage.  Check mate on Mike?

Nope.  Mike called her bluff and said, “Well fine, baby girl, then you’ll just have to have an accident, because I just can’t carry you.”   Apparently Kayla paused for a moment, as if contemplating whether she should have the accident.  She thought otherwise and just put on a pout and said, “Okay daddy, I’ll try to make it to the restroom.”   

They got off the shuttle and made their way to the security checkpoint.  When their id’s were being checked and with the TSA agent standing right next to them Kayla clearly said, “Daddy, what does that do?”   Mike responded, “That’s a scanner for them to scan your boarding pass”.  She then asked, “What’s a boarding pass?”  Mike calmly said, “Sweetie, it’s what let’s them know you bought a ticket for the plane ride.”  I am sure the TSA agent was like, “WTF!?!?”

When they got to the bins where you take off your shoes and stuff, Kayla said, “Daddy, let me take your belt off, please.”   Mike said, “No, I got it, you get your shoes off.”   Kayla was too smart for that.  “But Daddy, you always let me take your belt off when you are going to spank me, please please please, let me take it off.”   Mike sternly said, “No, not this time, the line needs to keep moving. Now don’t argue with me.”   Like an actress on cue, Kayla’s eyes got all watery and she put on a big pouty face.   After she went through the scanner and was waiting on the other side, one of the agents asked her what was wrong.  “My daddy yelled at me.”   Apparently the agent just shook their head and had no response to that!

Once through the scanners Kayla said, “Daddy, I need you to put on my shoes.”  Mike was nowhere near relenting and replied, “Okay darling, I will be glad to.”  As he was putting on her shoes she went back to the “I have to go potty” routine.  Mike said, “Okay, I’ll take you there next.”  “But daddy, you know I don’t like going potty alone.  I need you to take me all the way to the potty.”    OMG!  I can only imagine the reaction to those that were in earshot.   Mike simply said, “Okay honey, I will.” 

As they approached the door to the family bathroom, Kayla then loudly said, “You know daddy, I think I can go to the big girl restroom by myself, I don’t need your help.”  With equal volume, Mike said, “That’s so big girl of you sweetie, sure, you can use the big girl restroom.”  Yep, Mike could  dish it as well!   Advantage – Mike!

After several minutes Mike gets a text from Kayla. “Daddy, I need you to come in here, I need your help wiping.”  Mike waited to respond, trying to formulate a plan.  “Daddy, where are you, I will start calling out for you.”   Mike wasn’t sure what to do.  Advantage – Kayla!

Mike quickly thought and texted back, “Okay sweetie, which stall are you in?”   With the reply in hand, Mike then texted her with “Okay, just a minute.”  The next thing Kayla knew was that there was some lady knocking on the stall saying, “Kayla, is that you in there?  Your dad sent me to see if I can help.”    Yes, Mike asked a complete stranger to check on her.   In as little girl of a voice as she could muster she said, “No thank you, I’m okay.  Tell my daddy I will be right out.”    

The lady waited for her at the stall door.  I can only imagine the look on her face when Kayla opened the door.  Kayla said she couldn’t make eye contact with the lady, not because of embarrassment, but because she knew it would make her burst out laughing . She held back her laugh and just said, “Thank you ma’am, I’ve got it from here.”

Kayla said when she emerged from the bathroom, Mike had the same “sweet victory” look on his face that he just had when I relented and asked what they did in Florida.   Victory for Mike?  Not a chance, Kayla hadn’t conceded yet.  

They stopped for some snacks and there was some sort of stuffed animal in the store and Kayla loudly said, “Daddy, I want that stuffy.”   Mike simply said, “Sure, a stuffy for my baby girl it is.”   “Daddy, I want this too,” as she pulled some key chain trinket from a display.  “Okay hon, we will get it.”  “But Daddy, I want ALL the different colored ones.”  There were like eight or nine of these things and they were ridiculously priced at $7.99 each.  

“Okay, hon, but that’s a lot of money so it will come out of your allowance as Daddy doesn’t have that much to spend right now.”

Kayla persisted, “No daddy, I don’t want to spend my money.  I want them to be from you.  I never get anything from you and I want all of these and I want them now.”   Apparently Kayla got very loud and attracted the attention of everyone in this small store.  Mike pulled her close to him and he sternly whispered, “I knew you would be helpless.  I didn’t think you would be bratty.”   To that she sweetly replied, “But Daddy, I am helpless. I can’t stop myself from wanting what I want. . .(and dropping her baby girl voice for a moment)…and I want that treat you promised me.”

Mike called her bluff.  “Sorry darling, you just can’t always get what you want.”   Kayla didn’t relent and even very loudly said,  “I want it, I want it, I want it.  You are a mean daddy!”  Mike grabbed her arm and gave her butt a firm swat and said, “You don’t yell and if you yell again, you will get more of that.”   

Mike said the look in Kayla’s face was priceless.  At first there was this half smile, like she was going to laugh, but then it just shifted like a switch went off.  She had this evil, piercing look to herself and she took a deep breath, and opened her mouth and before more than a full second of a very loud, very high pitched shrill left her mouth, Mike cupped her mouth with his hand and said, “Okay, Kayla, you win.  You get your prize.”  

Check mate!   Winner – Kayla!

I loved this.  I shared before that Kayla tends to be shy and a bit of a wallflower.  This was so unlike her.  I asked her where she got the courage to do this.  She said she just put everything and everyone around her out of her mind, never made eye contact with people, and sort of “left herself.”  She said once she felt that she was no longer herself, it was pretty easy.  It amazes me she was that bold, especially when they hadn’t even left our hometown airport.  Yea, Kayla!

On subsequent posts I’ll share some of the other Florida happenings.  They mostly share a common theme of Mike pushing Kayla to lose her inhibitions and come out of her shell when in public.   

NEXT: 123. Mischievous Mike and the Swim

120. Am I a feminist? (Epic rant)

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I mentioned that I revealed my Domestic Discipline lifestyle to my sisters. (Post 116. Revealing DD to my Sisters).  In further discussions, one of my sisters stated, “I thought you were a feminist, I guess not!”

I found this interesting on a two of levels.  One, I never identified as a feminist before, so why did she assume I did?  The other is that my thoughts on the equality of women are mutually exclusive from the choices I make for myself. 

My response
Just know my rants are not limited to my blog.  Nope.  I rant in real life and my sister’s statement got me on roll of a rant.  

I told her that I never thought of myself as a feminist, but also never disagreed with the basic premise of feminism.  I boil it down to simply the difference between right and wrong, just and unjust.  I always feel I stood up against ideas that promote social inequality.  The empowerment of women is part of that, but no more or less important to me than the empowerment of all individuals.  None of us should have any human rights arbitrarily restricted from us because of age, gender, race, religion, economic status, sexual preference, sexual identity, kinks, etc.  And I also believe that those categories should not have the right to arbitrarily restrict the rights of those in any other category.  

I explained to sis that I have made decisions about how to live my life that are contrary to the meaning of empowerment.  I do so knowingly and willingly and for me, it is immensely rewarding and fulfilling in ways I have shared many times.  However, my decisions are about my role within our household.  I serve Mike, I submit to Mike, but I do not serve mankind and do not feel submissive toward anyone else.  

I recognize that people are heavily invested in their discrimination – so much so that they are blind to its’ harm.  They believe it is justified.  Their investment typically comes from being indoctrinated from birth…”My parents thought that way,”  “My community thought that way,” “My schools, religion, country, ancestors, etc., thought that way.”  “I taught my children to think that way.”   Yep, pretty invested.

And they are so invested in their discrimination that it is not sufficient for them to just accept that their beliefs are right for them.  No, they are so insecure about the validity of their thinking that they do all they can do impose their thinking on others.  If they truly felt their way of thinking was so “right” and so “self-evident,” then why not allow that thinking to be scrutinized?  If they are correct, then that scrutiny would only lead to more people thinking as they do.  

Of course the thought of even entertaining scrutiny is very painful for them because they are so heavily invested.  “You are saying my parents were wrong?”  “You are saying my culture is wrong?”  “You are saying my religion is wrong.”  You are saying my political affiliation is wrong?”   They are so invested that they don’t allow themselves to ever question such things, so how could they possibly entertain questions from others?   To question is to doubt, and that doubt is just too painful to consider.  Hate is just easier.

This is why over the years the government has had to try to force people to not discriminate.  By and large it works, as more people are exposed to other thinking, the “others” become more humanized to them.  Unfortunately, as more people divest themselves from the hate, the remaining haters have become desperate to cling on to their dehumanizing thinking.  They tend to wrap that thinking in their faith and in the flag.  Thus the current political environment in the U.S.  

A political history side note – interesting that until the mid-1960’s, the U.S. political party that was socially progressive was the Republican party.  Lincoln, Teddy Roosevelt, etc.  If you look at the social platform of the Republican party of the 1950’s, you’d swear you were looking at the Democratic platform from the 80’s through today.  Nixon converted the racist Dixiecrats to the GOP as those southern democrats were alienated by Kennedy’s progressive social stances, thus hate found a new home.   What didn’t change was that the South continued to vote against its own self-interest.  Which is why the South has the highest divorce, murder, STD/HIV/Aids, teen pregnancy, single parent homes, infant mortality, and obesity rates, while having the poorest health care and lowest rates of high school graduation.  And don’t think it is the minorities.  The food stamp capital of the U.S. is white (Owsley County, Kentucky).  Oh, but all of this happens to be the “bible belt” so, at least they believe in the right God and at least they are focused on keeping trans kids in the “right” bathrooms.       

FEMINIST  HUMANIST
So, sis, no, I don’t specifically identify as a feminist, I identify as a humanist.  And of course that includes women, and I believe that gender should not grant someone special privilege, nor relegate someone to a lesser status in life.  

For me, I look at the choices adults get to make about their lives and if their decisions don’t restrict other people’s freedom, then fine by me.  While I have biases (we all do) I try to challenge them (when I recognize them).  And while I have a variety of personal beliefs that I promote (such as what DD has done for me), I am in a continued mode of self-reflection and inquiry.  This is all in attempt to ensure an honest about my choices.  I welcome questions and doubts and concerns from others.

I also try to divest myself of negative stereotypes that my upbringing reinforced in me and that society continues to reinforce.  I think of it more like the color I choose to paint my house (it’s called Carriage House).  I like it, it works for me and my situation (works well with the bricks).  But I don’t expect other’s to choose it for themselves and I don’t feel offended if they don’t like my choice. I accept that just so long as they don’t act in a way to restrict my choice (homeowner association bylaws excluded, but hey, I made a choice to abide by those bylaws).  Unfortunately, in this analogy, there are too many people who, at best, want to keep someone down because of their choices, and at worst, want to kill those people because of their choices.      

And sis, while I have found beauty, fulfillment, growth, love, and peace in submitting to Mike, I have no expectations that others will embrace this lifestyle for themselves.  And while I find that same beauty, fulfillment, growth, love, and peace in my sexual explorations, again, I have no expectations that others would find the same.

I am proud and excited to say, “I can’t do that without checking with my husband.”  I am not okay with me or anyone saying, “You can’t do that without checking with your husband.”  So, sis, in simple terms, yes, I am a feminist, but I believe I am much more than that. 

Sis:  “Wow, Jenny, that was intense.  So, tell me, what do you feel about Trump?”

We laughed.  The truth is, I probably would not have gone on such a rant if not for our so-called President.   The fact that hate has been validated and empowered requires us to resist expose, fight, ridicule, deny, and extinguish it at every opportunity.  Such was my opportunity when my sister asked me a simple question.   

NEXT: 121.  20 Questions from Sis

119. The Stick of Truth, Part III

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This series of three posts are unlike what I typically write about.  I originally wrote out a post that simply reflected on these events of these posts and I just peppered that reflection with some of the details.  The problem was I felt it didn’t really convey the experience well enough, thus I decided to first write about the details and then the reflections and lessons learned.  

PUNISHMENT CONTINUED
In the morning Mike instructed me to get J off to school as usual and that he would be going into work a little late.  Kayla said she needed to use the bathroom.  He told her to leave the blindfold on and he led her to the restroom.  Once done he returned her to the bed and removed all the covers.  He then tied her to the bed.  Our bed is not the most conducive to restraints.   The only way to make it work well is to be completely splayed out, like in a giant “X.”   One arm on one side of the headboard, one on the other, and ankles to each side of the footboard.   It takes some extra rope to make it all reach as it is a king sized bed.  He again applied the suckers to her breasts and said that she would remain there until I returned from taking  J to school.  I woke up J and Mike joined us for breakfast

When I returned Mike called out for me from the bedroom.  When I entered the room I saw that he had Kayla on laying on her stomach and he was finishing up tying the last restraint.  She was still in the “X” position but now on her stomach instead of her back (the suckers were removed).  Mike had eight or nine different spanking implements laid out on the bed alongside Kayla.

Mike told me to quickly pick one.  I grabbed one of the short wooden paddles, shaped a bit like a ping-pong paddle but a little bigger.  He took it from me and gave Kayla three very hard swats on each cheek.  He then gave me the paddle and told me to give her 10 in row on each check with the same intensity.  If any were not to his liking he would administer 5 additional ones to Kayla.  I gave the first set of 20 and Kayla and fortunately did so to his satisfaction.  He then had me choose and repeat with another paddle, then another, then another.  Kayla was crying.

I had finally had enough and asked Mike what he was doing.  He sternly said, “I have Kayla’s trust, don’t I have yours?”  I thought for a second and said, “Yes, Sir.”  I really didn’t understand what was going on.  I still didn’t know for sure what this was all about, but, Mike has never let me down before and I do trust him.  I just wasn’t sure if all the stuff with Kayla had perhaps clouded his judgment.  (Remember my post regarding the Stanford Experiment Post 114. Resist! And remain Kinky!.) 

With that, Mike told to choose another implement, and then another.  Soon the only one left was the cane. We only got the cane because Kayla asked for it.  It had been used before (on both of us) but not after this long of a severe spanking session.  Mike pointed to the top of her buttocks and said he wanted to see a stripe “here”, then pointed to two other areas and said “here” and “here.”  Kayla cried very loudly with each one.  Mike then continued to point lower on her buttocks and all the way to her upper thighs, “Here, here, and here.”   When done he said he wasn’t satisfied with the stripes and to repeat, so I did.Before I could finish Kayla called out her “yellow” safe word, which meant we would pause or change things up. 

Mike said “Okay, Kayla, let’s give you a few minutes and you tell us when you are ready to proceed.”  He called me over and whispered in my ear, “Get the prison strap and I want you to keep spanking her with it until she uses her safe-word again.  We are going to continue until she calls “Red.”

My thoughts went to the few times Mike brought me to my limits and I called “Red.” (which for me is “Mercy.”)  I was thinking that it probably would have been hard for someone else had to stand by and watch me at that time, yet, I look back fondly on those punishments.  I knew I had to put aside my protective instincts when it comes to Kayla and recognize that she thrives in being submissive    While I was able to do just that, my mind was still swirling with exactly what led to this.  Was there something else that happened when Kayla was talking with Mike?   Was this because of the cussing?   Why was Mike having me administer the spankings, both the night before and this morning?  I knew there was more to this than I understood at the time. 

“I am ready, Sir,” Kayla said.  The thoughts in my head then shifted to whether I should strike hard, hoping to get to red faster, or get there over a long series of strikes?  Her ass was already fiery red, and the stripes from the cane showed boldly.  I thought I would start pretty hard and hope she called “red” soon.  She cried very loudly with each strike, and I just tried to block it all out and kept striking her every few seconds.  I didn’t keep count, but she took a lot, maybe ten, maybe a dozen, before she again called “yellow.”  

I wished Mike would just tell her that this wasn’t going to stop until she said “Red.”  I’ve learned to sense when a punishment was going to be never-ending.  While I never call “Mercy” until I truly reach my limit, it is helpful for me to recognize these types of punishments so that it becomes a battle of my own will.  I was concerned that Kayla had never been pushed to her limit, and may not recognize it and may take more than she physically should allow.   

“I am ready, Sir.”  Mike then told Kayla that we would be going back to the cane and they would be harder than before.  Kayla was still crying heavily but managed an “Okay, Sir.”  This time Mike took the cane and gave her a very hard strike that loudly popped when it hit.  Kayla let out a scream followed quickly by “red, red, red,”

Mike untied her and held her for some time.  She continued to sob as he held her and she was saying, “I’m sorry, I’m sorry.”   Mike calmly told her there was nothing to apologize for, and that everything was okay.  He didn’t let go of her until her sobs subsided.

He then called me over and told me to get on my knees in front of the two of them.  Mike was standing with Kayla’s head still buried in his chest, tears still coming from her eyes but she was no longer wailing.  Mike then began his lecture.

“Kayla shared with me that you told her to not tell me something, that you felt it would be best if you told me whatever it is, versus having Kayla tell me, is that true?”

“Yes, Sir,” I responded

“While you may have had good intentions, it seems to me that you forgot or felt it unimportant that we already addressed the two of you conspiring to break rules (See Post 109. The Tuck, The Spank, and the Slumber).  Which one was it, did you forget, or just felt it was unimportant?”

I’ve learned that these aren’t rhetorical questions and he expects me to either choose one or state another.   In addition, I knew the questions wouldn’t stop until I quit trying to justify breaking a rule.  “Sir, I know it is important to not encourage Kayla to break her rules, or to break mine.  And yes, I did feel that was less important than me talking to you first.”

“So, not only did you encourage Kayla to break a rule, but then Kayla accommodated your request.  That is why Kayla earned this Reward, and she will earn such a Reward anytime this happens.  I told you both before that this type of Transgression was serious, and I should not worry about the two you working together to break rules.  I expect one of you to help prevent the other from breaking a rule.  And Jen, as Kayla is submissive to you, it is even more egregious for you to put Kayla in such a predicament.  This punishment was intended to give Kayla something she would not forget so that she would think twice the next time you did anything to encourage her to break a rule.  It also gives you something to think about if she encouraged you to break one.”

Then he added, “Whoever instigates the rule breaking will be the one to administer the punishment on the one who went along with it.  Do you both understand?”

“Yes, Sir,” we both responded.

So now, Jen, tell me what it was that was so important that you needed to tell me about it before Kayla? “

DOH!   Okay, before we get to that, let me say a few things about the experience up until that point.

REFLECTION
What I write here doesn’t do justice to the amount of discussion and reflection that occurred.  Simply put, this experience helped me realize that I need to think of Kayla as an adult who not only chooses to be submissive, but thrives in her submission.  In addition, I need to dispel my preconceived notions of what it was going to be like with Kayla in the household.  I shared before that “Expectations are premeditated resentments.” (Post 81. Expectations).  Before Kayla moved in I tried hard to get everyone on the same page with clear expectations, but sometimes you just can’t predict where things will go.  At the time, Kayla wasn’t sure of her needs or how her desires would evolve.  Despite her honesty with what she was feeling and thinking at the time, she now has a much better sense of herself and realizes her needs are not going to be fulfilled with simply following my DD.  

KAYLA’S NEEDS
This experience told me I still didn’t completely “get it” regarding reconciling my domestic discipline with Kayla’s needs.  I first wrote about this in Post 111. DD Jenny Style vs. Kayla Style.   Kayla has now clearly articulated her needs and expectations.  In her words, “She is Mike’s.”  She says she feels pain when she is not submissive, not honest, and not completely surrendered to Mike.  She says the emotional pain of letting him down is worse than any spanking.  She wants to be fully observant to all his wants and needs without thought of her own desires.  I disrespected those feelings by asking her to keep something from Mike, even if just for a moment.  Of course, I didn’t really understand how deep those feelings were.  I do now.

I know understand and accept that Kayla’s relationship with Mike has nothing to do with Domestic Discipline.  While there is some overlap in acts of service and punishments, her relationship with Mike is clearly Dominant/Submissive, and has some Master/Slave overtones.

MY NEEDS
I have never been threatened by Kayla’s needs nor had any concerns, and that is still the case.  Her needs don’t change what I get out of being submissive, or change what Mike expects and deserves from me. I enjoy and thrive within the domestic discipline that has evolved between Mike and I.  I also love and admire him for his added responsibility of being a Dom to Kayla.  It actually turns me on to watch him in that role.   

From the start my hopes for Kayla were for her to find what fulfilled her, and those hopes haven’t changed.  I will continue to talk with her to help ensure she is honest with her self assessments.  “Self-knowledge” is so important.  As we already learned in just two months, your understanding of your needs can change over time, and if you don’t stay in touch with yourself, it is hard to act on those changing needs or voice those changes to those around you that aren’t understanding your needs have changed.  Kayla had actually been trying to voice this for a while, but these events allowed her to clearly articulate her need for a distinct D/s relationship with Mike.

Oh, and Kayla doesn’t hold any grudge for me “getting her into trouble” and believe me, I will make sure to never “conspire” with her on anything.  And I continue to be her “Ma’am.”

OH. . . THE SOAPING
I decided against providing details, but yes, Mike followed through with the “rinsing” punishment with Kayla regarding her cussing.  Kayla said it was much like other punishments where us submissive’s have a love/hate relationship with the punishment.  I’ll take her word for it.   

NEXT: 120. Am I a feminist? (Epic Rant)