I hope your Thanksgiving was as wonderful as mine. We spent time with all three of our kids and extended family as we went to my parents’ house for Thanksgiving. They live about three hours away – a perfect distance for my liking. Close enough for an easy visit, but far enough away that visits don’t have to be weekly or monthly – ha!
My eldest and his girlfriend left our festivities a bit early to spend time with her family, and my middle child left late in the afternoon to go camping with some friends. My parents invited J to stay the weekend with them. He loves staying with them – I mentioned before that typically he stays with them two full weeks out of the summer. My parents are getting older and I am starting to have concerns about their ability to care for him. He can be physically demanding at times. Luckily my sister and her family said they were going to stay the weekend as well, so that meant not only more support to care for J, but more fun as he always enjoys his cousins. That also meant was that Mike and I could be alone for the long weekend!
On Friday we invited Kayla over so we could have our long awaited talk. She was ready to present “her document” (as mentioned in Post 91) where she wrote down her thoughts on what she wants out of a relationship with us. She also asked Mike and me to prepare something as well regarding our thoughts on what we want.
She came over around 10 am, nervous, but eager to share. I was not naked! Kayla has seen me before in my submissive and naked state, but given that this was a time for us to focus on her without potential distraction or awkwardness, Mike asked me to get dressed as Kayla arrived.
I will use another post to talk about what Kayla put in her “document.” For now I want to share something very surprising that occurred.
Kayla handed us each a copy of the document she prepared. As we were reading I could see that Kayla was very fidgety in her chair, biting her nails and looking down at the floor. She asked, “What about the document you prepared for me?”
I responded that we didn’t prepare one for her. She was clearly disappointed and annoyed.
“Hey guys, I really put a lot into this document and was looking forward to reading what you wanted from me. I really poured out my soul here and I wanted to get your thoughts so I could consider your suggestions.”
Mike responded, “Kayla, what we want in a relationship with you is very simple. We can sum it all up in one sentence, and tell you what, Jen will go ahead and write it out for you. I grabbed a pen and pad, wrote it out, signed it, handed it to Mike and he signed it, and then I handed it to Kayla.
It read, “We want to help Kayla grow towards becoming the person SHE wants to become, whatever that person may be, not defined or limited by what we want or what anyone else wants.”
Kayla read the note and said, “Thank you, that’s so sweet, but still, I was hoping for some help so that I don’t make mistakes.”
Mike, knowing Kayla’s penchant for perfectionism, responded, “Kayla, that’s our point. You have to discover what is and isn’t a mistake for you. Mistakes not only should be expected, they must be welcomed as they are required as part of discovering yourself. When you make a mistake, and you will, it means you are going about this correctly. I am sure we will have some advice and guidance for you along the way, but it wouldn’t be right for us to limit something you want, or push something you don’t want. There simply isn’t anything appropriate for us to suggest other than what Jen just wrote down for you.”
As Mike and I continued reading, Kayla was becoming more and more fidgety, pursing her lips and acting as if we were professors reading her dissertation. With a lot of tentativeness in her delivery, she said, “I understand what you are saying, but, I know I’ll need your help and I was hoping for some constructive suggestions as to what some good acts of service and transgressions would be.”
At that point Mike put the paper down and looked at Kayla and said, “Okay, Kayla, do you really want some help in the details regarding your submission?”
“Yes,” Kayla responded.
“First, from now on it is ‘Yes, Sir’ when you speak to me,” Mike calmly stated.
“Yes, Sir, said Kayla.
“Secondly, stand up and take your clothes off,” Mike said in a matter-of-fact tone.
Kayla looked over at me with her eyes as big as saucers. I felt like saying, “Mike, no, not now,” but I held back.
Kayla hesitated for a moment. Mike didn’t repeat himself and just stared at her in silence. It was probably all of five seconds but it felt like 60 when Kayla slowly stood up. She looked at me, then at Mike, then at the floor. She then began unbuttoning her shirt with a tremble in her hands. Mike then told me to go get our full length pedestal mirror from our bedroom. I had no clue what he was planning, but I obeyed without question.
I quickly retrieved it and brought it into the room as Kayla was pulling off her panties and was now completely naked. Surprisingly, Mike then told me to disrobe. Whatever was on his mind wasn’t anything we discussed regarding what we would say to Kayla. Of course, I continued to simply obey and I undressed. He told me to stand by the chair I had been sitting in across the coffee table from where Kayla was standing.
Kayla was very nervous and clearly embarrassed as she stared at the floor. Mike placed the mirror in front of Kayla and told Kayla to look at herself and then to look over at me. He asked Kayla what differences she saw. Kayla began to describe some physical differences and he stopped her.
“No, not in looks. What difference do you see in your beauty compared to Jenny?”
WTF? Wow, that seemed harsh. He knows she is insecure. What was he doing? I stayed silent. Kayla’s eyes began to tear up and she was puzzled. “What do you mean?
“What do you mean, Sir,” Mike corrected her.
That only made Kayla more nervous as her lower lip trembled as she fought to not start crying.
Mike responded, “Kayla, physically you are just as beautiful as Jen or any other woman. Your face and your body is very attractive, beautiful, and sexy. But, it isn’t your body where people see beauty, or lack thereof. It is in your energy, and frankly Kayla, your energy is very unappealing.”
While Mike was talking very monotone with no anger or disgust in his voice, Kayla’s eyes teared up and tears slowly began to stream down her face. I was so tempted to intervene and just hug her and tell her it is all okay and I told myself I’ll give it just another minute or two before I just had to react.
Mike continued, “Kayla, you have a hard time making eye contact with us for more than a second and you can barely look at the mirror without immediately looking back the floor. Your elbows are pressed tightly against your torso, your hands are in a fist, your knees are touching, your shoulders are drooping down, your bottom lip is tucked under your top lip, and you are slouched over. Physically you are amazingly beautiful, but you carry your beauty like a meek apology instead of as a bold statement. That’s what I want to help you with.”
Mike continued, “Since you want suggestions, I have an idea for a requirement of your submission, in fact, I will include Jen in this requirement as well. We are going to have inspections, and we will have the first one right now.”
Mike called Kayla over to him and Mike stood up. He said the inspection consists of him inspecting our bodies. He said this will be a practice run without any punishments and the grading would be simple. He explained, “You start with an A, and for each infraction you drop a letter grade. Anything less than an A is a punishment for you, and anything less than a B results in BOTH of you being punished. I want both of you to be accountable to each other for maintaining yourselves at my standards. So if one of you gets a C or worse, then both of you are punished. Understood?
“Yes Sir,” we both responded.
Mike looked at Kayla’s head and said, “Your hair is nice, still an A. And your make-up, it doesn’t matter to me if you wear any or a little, but I don’t want to see a whole lot. No need to cover your lovely face. What you have on right now looks nice, so, still an A.”
I noticed that with just those few sentences from Mike that Kayla’s physical demeanor already began to change. She was standing taller and she was making more eye contact with Mike. She seemed eager to absorb every word of his and her body seemed more relaxed.
Mike then told Kayla to open up her mouth. He stuck a finger in and stretched her mouth open a bit and looked closely at her teeth. “Okay,” he said, “in fairness, you didn’t know this was coming and we were just snacking on some stuff, so, yeah, not so good. You’ll have to get in the habit of brushing and flossing right after every meal or snack. So, yeah, that takes you to a B.” He said it so nicely and jokingly that Kayla continued to be put at ease and there was actually a small smile on her face.
“Okay,” said Mike, “now your posture. You need to get those shoulders back and stand up straight with your chest out. Get those arms unglued from the side of your body, open up your stance a little, stand tall and proud. Next time, that will cost you a letter, but we’ll keep you at a B for now. Now, let me see your hands.”
Kayla put out her hands and Mike looked them over and said, “I think you know the grade now. You are down to a C as you need to work on not biting your nails. Tell you what, Jenny will take you for a manicure and pedicure, on us, as a welcome gift. How does that sound?”
“Great, Sir,” said Kayla. Her eyes now showed a spark and enthusiasm that hadn’t been present before.
“Alright, now, your breasts,” said Mike. Just so you know, I am making this up as I go. I hadn’t given inspections any thought until you seemed desperate for some guidance from us. Clearly, I need to have some requirements of presenting your breasts.”
Mike put his fingers on his chin as if this required deep contemplation as he stared at Kayla’s breasts.
He snapped his fingers and said, “I got it. When I call inspection, I want you to quickly tweak or pull your nipples so that they are as erect as you can get them in say, 10 seconds. That should be enough to satisfy what I am looking for. Please do that for me now.”
With that, Kayla raised each hand to one breast, pinched her nipples and twisted and pulled for about 10 seconds, just long enough to get them to protrude a bit. This even prompted a giggle from Kayla and a smiling “How’s that, Sir?” She seemed to be totally at ease now and appeared to like the fact that Mike was looking at her breasts so intently.
“Great,” said Mike, “no change in your grade so you are still at a C, in fact, they look so nice maybe I’ll raise your grade to a B.”
Kayla laughed and said, “But Sir, when talking about my breasts I prefer to hear “C” and not “B.” This was clearly a reference to her describing her breasts to me as “barely a C cup.” Mike laughed and smiled and said, “Okay, then, you are still a C.” All of this was even more evidence that Kayla had quickly become relaxed and comfortable.
He then gazed down between the stubble between her legs and said, “Now, tell me what you got going on down stairs?”
Kayla said, “Well sir, I normally keep it bare but I am a bit overdue for a shave. I wasn’t expecting to be naked for anyone.”
“Fair enough,” Mike agreed, “but if you are going to be bare it needs to stay cleanly shaven at all times. You’ll need to make a daily habit of shaving as anything less than totally smooth will decrease your grade. So, if this were a real inspection, you would now be at D.
“And, now your toes. I guess you can’t bite your toenails so they look nice. So, there you have it, if this would have been a real inspection you would have a D and both you and Jen would be punished. Again, I want the two of you to be accountable to each other to always be ready for an inspection at any time.
“Yes, Sir, but just so you know,” Kayla responded with a smile on her face, “I can bite my toenails, I just chose not to.”
“What?” Mike said a bit bewildered.
“Let me show you, Sir,” And with that, Kalya sat down and proceeded to put her toe in your mouth. “Yes, I am very flexible” she proclaimed.
It was amazing how Kayla transformed in the span of a few minutes. What had just been a bundle of nerves, shyness, and embarrassment was now comfortable, bubbly, and proud. I couldn’t be more elated with what Mike was able to accomplish with this impromptu inspection idea. It was unexpected and amazing, but wasn’t quite over.
Mike then said, “Oh, I almost forgot, the inspection isn’t quite over. Kayla, please stand back up, turn around, and bend over.”
Kayla did so but was a bit befuddled.
“Okay, reach back and spread your ass cheeks,” commanded Mike. Kayla did so and I could see once again she was pursing her lips.
Okay Kayla, sorry to say that you are now an F. I expect your asshole to be clean as a whistle at all times, clean enough to eat, literally. Okay, stand back up.”
Well, that was a buzzkill. Mike then asked me to stand in front of him and he proceeded to inspect me. It isn’t important to the story, but I got a B – hey, we had never done an inspection before so I wasn’t prepared. I will be next time, as will Kayla.
With my inspection complete Mike asked Kayla if she had any questions or concerns about everything that had transpired thus far.
“Yes, Sir,” she said, “I just keep thinking about the inspection of my butt. The mood was just getting so positive and then that. Was that really necessary?”
Mike paused for a moment as he calculated his response. “Necessary. Necessary. Humm… great word.”
Mike continued, “I think other than the lesson that mistakes should be welcomed as part of your growth, the next best lesson is actually about that word. What is necessary?” My mind jumped to a scene in the movie The Matrix as Morpheus discusses “What is real” with Neo, but I digress.
“Kayla, necessary to what? Heck, Jen and I were married almost 25 years before Domestic Discipline. Is it necessary for me to spank Jen or discipline her in any particular way? Is it necessary to have an assortment of paddles, or use butt plugs, nipple clamps, or a tack bra? Is submission itself even necessary? The answer is simple. No, it is not necessary.”
“In fact, Kayla, I think this takes our discussion full circle to where Jen and I started with you regarding our advice. What is necessary is up to you. My role is to help you find what is necessary to give you the level of submission and fulfillment that you want for yourself. What is it that will give you the positive feelings that you want, that allows you to meet your commitments to yourself, and to allow you to become more like the person you strive to be? I read enough in your paper to see that you want to become more confident in your body image. I believe the best way to get comfortable in your skin is to, well, show more skin. Through the continued acceptance and admiration that you will experience, the greater your confidence will grow.” Laughingly, Mike then said, “Kayla, before long you’ll be willing to show anyone your asshole for no particular reason.”
We all laughed. With that, Mike said, “Now let’s finish reading your document and talk about what’s next.”
Kayla asked, “Can we get dressed now, Sir.”
“No. You might as well get used to both of you being naked around the house as long as the kids aren’t around.”
We completed reading her document and talking more about her vision for her submission and how the living arrangements would work. I’ll share more about her document and our next steps in my next post.