As so many of my recent posts have focused on Kayla, I thought I’d talk about what is going on directly with me. So, here’s a hodge-podge of things I thought I’d catch you up on.
JOHN AND DONNA
We do still get together with them, maybe twice a month. Maybe one of those two times will include the three of us, and sometimes only Mike and Kayla have gone, or even just Kayla by herself (but that’s another story for when I am talking about her experiences). John and Donna are super-close friends and have been very accommodating in participating in TTWD.
Something I didn’t share on my last post – on one of the nights that J was at my parents, I spent the evening out with John and spent the night with John and Donna. Sort of as reciprocation for Mike’s date night with Donna as well as Donna spending a week or so with us when John was out-of-town (Post 82. Enjoying the Ride, and Post 84. Happy Place). In doing so, my role there was to be completely submissive to John and be subject to any and all of his rules. Although it was an extremely fun evening, and one I don’t mind repeating, I am glad it was just for one evening and night. Such diversions are great, but my greatest fulfillment will always be playing with and directly serving Mike.
BTW, although I am not focusing on Kayla on this post, I will say that Kayla now allows both John and Donna to have sex with her. One happy mini-orgy!
One more quick thing about Kayla. She will always be part of most posts simply because she is a big part of our life. We don’t consider her as just living with us, or just experimenting with us. While those things are true, it is deeper than that. We all love each other and express that in many “vanilla” ways every day. Which leads me to my next topic.
BOWLING OVER MY SISTERS
I posted before that I “came out” to my sisters about adopting domestic discipline as well as my relationship with Kayla. And although not my original intent, I did tell them about my blog. Sis 2 said she read it, and Sis 1 said she didn’t want to know “those things” about me. The way she explained it was that while she wants to know ZERO percent about our parents sex lives, she only wants to know about 20% of her sisters, and what I told her was more than enough to meet that quota. She doesn’t want to know more.
Sis 2 was far more curious and had to read it. One of the things she told me was, in a non-judgmental and half-joking tone, “So, my sister is a “predatory-polyamorous-swinger?” I know she was jokingly teasing me about “predatory” as she knows Kayla is an adult (granted, a young one at that) and my sister understands the situation there. As for poly, I recognize I am in a poly relationship, but I don’t think of myself in the context of that label. Same for the term “swinger.” Yes, we swap and stuff with John and Donna, but, swinging occasionally on a single swing doesn’t really amount to being a swinger to me, no more than going bowling a few times a year makes you a bowler. (Ugh, not a good analogy, but, that’s what I told my sister). Sticking with that analogy I said, “at the moment I am bowling, yes, I am a bowler, but outside that moment I don’t consider myself a bowler. So I don’t consider myself poly or a swinger, although certain relationship I have definitely fit those definitions.
MY DD / Punishments
It’s been awhile since I talked about it, but I do get routinely spanked. At one point not too long ago I went more than a week between spankings…maybe like 9 or 10 days. That was my longest stretch. Even though I received my Maintenance spankings, it got to be too much for me and I had to ask Mike for a spanking. This was only the second time I have ever done that (I shared the first on Post 42).
Similar to that occasion, I had this building sense of restlessness and uneasiness over nothing I could identify. The only feeling I was sure of was that I knew a spanking would “cure” it. Yes, those endorphins are addicting and, in their own way, relaxing! Also, spanking gives me a unique way of connecting with Mike that is just different from anything else. I guess I was missing that. I get immense satisfaction from submitting to him. Allowing him to spank me is part of that submission and thus part of that satisfaction.
I am not one to “brat” to get a spanking. While it is fine if others do it, it just isn’t for me. I find it inauthentic and not as fulfilling. I know this because I tried it before. Nope, I either want a spanking as a punishment or because I asked for one.
Of course, wouldn’t you know it, right after my requested spanking I had a series of transgressions that earned me more. All minor stuff, and all stuff a “vanilla” would be appalled at. And I say this as I use the reaction of my sisters as my litmus test for how a “vanilla” would react. I shared this with them as well (because they asked). Yes, even Sis 1 who doesn’t want to read my blog will still ask me questions. It’s like she wants to know, but doesn’t want to know. Anyway, here were some of those spankings:
Open Door / Open Mouth
I left our garage door open over night. Not only a no-no, but this was a THIRD offense so the spanking and punishment was quite harsh. He took me to the garage and I was spanked extremely red using the push ups from our Calisthenics of Doom. Mike then had me stand in the corner of the garage with one of the doors open for about an hour. You couldn’t see me from where I was standing, but it was eery to hear the sounds of neighborhood so plainly. I could hear people talking who walked by walking their dogs and stuff like that. He also had me hold the remote to the garage door in my mouth the entire time. Probably ruined it with my slobber but we don’t really use it since the cars have their built in buttons to open/close the door. He repeated this punishment for three straight mornings.
Dome light gets the vibe.
Another punishment also had to do with the car. Maybe I have some subconscious issue with the car? Anyway, for some reason I had turned on the dome light inside the car. Not where it just comes on when you open the doors, but where it stays on permanently until you turn it off. I forgot to turn it off and the battery died. Hey, it is something anyone can do, so why get punished? Because those are the consequences I not only agreed to, but that I crave. I am so lucky to have a husband willing to deliver those consequences. In addition to a spanking, Mike got creative and had me stand in the corner with a small vibrator inserted and left mostly inside me for about an hour. As pleasurable as that vibe can be, an hour of buzzing in one spot while standing up is definitely not a joy. The upside – I felt phantom vibrations for a few hours afterwards that were quite pleasing!
Iron Mike Hangs ’em Up.
The last one I’ll share really insults the feminist as it is a poster child for 1950’s misogyny. I iron all of Mike’s clothes and normally I leave them out until I have ironed them but for some reason one day I went ahead and hung them up un-ironed. I did the ironing and was just pulling a few at a time from the closet. Well, I got distracted and put the iron away before finishing, thus there were un-ironed clothes hanging in the closet. Oh, the humanity! I say that in jest as to me, any transgression is a transgression. None are trivial to me as they all are things I commit to doing without fail (or at least without consequences when I fail).
What iron related punishment could Mike come up with? Branding is a hard limit, so no burning me with an iron! A girls’ got limits! But he immediately knew what he wanted to do.
We have a couple of those hangers like they have in hotels – the hangers with those metal clips on them. Well, he clipped them to my nipples – Like this. Those clips are very tight, way more than clothespins, and they are a bit sharp. Unlike in that picture, they didn’t have smooth rubber tips on the end. The ends on ours have these grooves in them. Ouchy ouchy! I had to use our “yellow” safe word to have them removed for a bit, and eventually had to call “red” as I just couldn’t take anymore. Oh, and similar to this picture, he had the end of the hanger tied to our ceiling fan such it pulled extra hard if I stood flat footed.
Yes, subjecting yourself to this type of punishment probably seems so absurd, but I love it! I am a submissive wife who flourishes and feels complete when being accountable to my man.
For most of my DD journey I would have described DD as a way of being accountable to myself, to my dreams and desires. That’s why I refer to my blog as DD “Jenny Style.” It is my own version of how domestic discipline helps me be the person, wife, and mother that I want to be. It is about submitting on my terms, not Mike’s. That is still a big part of my DD; however, slowly but surely those dreams and desires have become less specific about what I want, and more and more about simply serving Mike in the way he wants.
He has evolved as a Dom. At first it was all about doing things in a way I specifically prescribed. Now it is much more about doing things that he chooses for me to do and in the manner he prescribes. I like that!
It has been a smooth and natural progression that has worked well for me and for him. Perhaps I’ll explore that thought further on another post where I go on one of my esoteric rambles. It’s been awhile since I’ve done any self-analyzing philosophical opining. (Post 99. Be here now Slut in December, to be exact). Humm, “self-analyzing philosophical opining.” Nah, “esoteric ramble” has a better ring to it.