I often follow a “punishment” related post with one of reflection. Writing helps clear my mind of various thoughts following an intense punishment. This time I don’t feel the need for it. I accept it, I earned it, I am influenced by it, I am uplifted by it, and I am fulfilled by it. It is aligned with my desires to be compliant with the commitments I have made to myself and Mike — he can do no wrong in my mind when it comes to his disciplining me.
Or can he?
THE LUNCH BUNCH
I have a “lunch bunch” group of girlfriends that get together now and then, yes, typically for lunch. (I posted about them before and about inappropriately revealing certain TTWD’s to them that earned me a punishment). We are more connected via social media than in person, but we try to get together every now and then. I missed the last couple of gatherings – schedule conflict or maybe I was sick one of the times. Whatever, I am overdue for attending one of these.
MIKE SAYS NO, and a bit more
Early last week I got a text about getting together for lunch later this week. My calendar is clear and I know I can get my chores done and still attend. As per my rules, I ask Mike for permission.
“No, you may not go.”
He gives no explanation and adds, “I want you to text back these words exactly, “Mike said I can’t attend this time. Maybe the next one.”
Despite my surprise in hearing ‘no,’ my submissive reflexes are quick and I respond with a clear, “Yes, Sir.” I waste no time and get my phone. Send! Shortly thereafter I get a text back saying, “Hope to see you next time,” along with the “eek” emoji. That’s the emoji face with the grimace showing it’s teeth.
“Sir, did I fail to put something on my calendar, I show I was free at that time?”
“No, there isn’t anything I am aware of that you need to do.”
I accept his answer. I enjoy these lunches but I enjoy submitting to Mike even more. If he has something in mind such that he doesn’t want me to attend, so be it. I addressed my concern regarding my calendar because failing to keep it accurate could result in a spanking. I was curious as to why the text, but I tuck that wonderment away for a question to be asked at our next Maintenance Session.
As I journaled that night, I am hit by the magnitude of how I handled myself. Not only do I not desire an explanation from Mike, but I don’t even try to ponder what his reasons might be. This is huge for me! Like, gargantuan for me! A major event! And it really vibrates my submissive tickle-spot to have him display this control over me. I am not embarrassed by what I texted – I am excited! Excited for the opportunity to explain it to her, excited to have shown Mike my love, trust, and confidence in him to obey without questioning why he said no. I do not care why. I am fulfilled in following his wishes.
ASKING THE QUESTION
At our Sunday Maintenance I ask, “Sir, I have a question about the text you had me send regarding the lunch with my friends. May I ask it”
We have this routine where I basically ask permission to ask a question about a particular topic. It’s not a specific rule, but it is in keeping with being respectful while still sharing any concerns I have. I don’t believe he has ever told me he would not explain something when I have ask in this manner.
“Sir, is there a particular way you recommend I handle questions she and others are certainly going to ask me. I know she is going to tell everyone what I texted her.”
I am asked if I am bothered by this. “No, Sir, I am excited by it. I want to make sure I understand what I am permitted to say to her and the others.” As per our rules, I am not to share aspects of TTWD without Mike’s permission.
PUBLIC DISPLAYS OF SUBMISSION
Since October we have been much more public in displaying our D/s. We have talked a little bit about it with our children and other extended family members — simply that I chose to let Mike “take over the reigns” so to speak, and defer more to him. I was “tired of being in command.” They totally accepted it as they know I was the “do everything” mom for a long time.
I think the nonchalant manner in which we explained (very little) things helped contribute to a response that was basically, “Meh.” That, and, well, I think most people just don’t want to know the details. The one area that had a little more of reaction was my calling him “Sir.” I told my kids I’ve committed to treating dad more nicely and respectfully, thus the “Sir.” They did see that as a bit odd, but also accepted it. Oh, back to my Maintenance Session.
BACK TO THE MAINTENANCE SESSION, ALREADY IN PROGRESS
Mike tells me he trusts in whatever I decide to share, with one condition. He wants my responses to not reveal any more than is necessary to answer the specific question. Thus, a simple, “Yes” or “No,” to most questions. If they pry, then explain as necessary to answer their specific question. I am told there is no need to lie about anything – be truthful, but show discretion.
I thank Mike for the information and we talk a bit more about what it means to be more open with our submission. We are “calibrated” on this subject.
Mike asks, “Don’t you have another question?” “No, Sir.”
His eyes open wide in amazement, “Nothing?” Again I reply, “No, Sir,” and I add, “I only wanted to make sure my response to them is acceptable to you. That’s it.”
“Wow,” he says with an impressed look. “Okay then. I was waiting for you to ask me why I wouldn’t let you go. Don’t you want to know?”
“Sir, I am not curious in the way curious implies an eagerness or a doubt. I wrote it all down in my journal.” I show him. I wrote, “I am not curious from the standpoint curious implies eager. I am not eager to know. I have no wonder or doubts. There is no anxiety or yearning. But, I am curious from the standpoint it was unexpected, a surprising answer. He hasn’t said ‘no’ before. But other than the unexpected nature of it, I have no curiosity. It is what he wants, that is more than sufficient.”
Mike questions me, clearly needing convincing of my sincerity. Normally I would be troubled by this, but I understood why – I’ve questioned and doubted his reasoning before, so why not now? He was finding my response equally “curious.” Instead of simply telling me why or moving on to another subject, Mike asks me what I think his reasons might be.
“Sir, I haven’t thought about it, but doing so now, perhaps it was part of the “reset,” perhaps there is still something you want of me that you will reveal in time, or perhaps you are just comforted by my submitting to you. Whatever the reason, it doesn’t matter to me unless you want me to know.”
I was not saying this for the sake of appearing submissive. It is truly my mindset. I don’t seek any reason other than I desire to serve him. It feels really good to feel this way. Amazingly good. Again, my submissive tickle spot is vibrating like crazy! Submissive bliss inside my giant submissive bliss-filled bubble.
“Well,” Mike says sheepishly, “I wish I could say any one of those was my reason. But to be honest, I am sorry to say it wasn’t for anything as nice as that.”
“Pop!” I could feel my bubble burst.
I am bewildered as he remains silent. “Sir? Mike? Are you going to explain?”
“Well, you see. . . in the moment you asked, there was just something that told me to say “no.” So I said it. My next thought was that I was reminded of your disobedience when you had your last lunch and told them those things about us. Something just clicked in my head to think you shouldn’t be allowed to see them this one time as punishment.”
I recognized my submissive reflexes turned themselves off. I take in a deep breath and remind myself to “Think loving intentions. Be respectful. Stay calm.”
“Sir, I am sorry too, but that really bothers me. Any discipline I receive is to be over once you say it is over. And we had a closing ceremony and all was forgiven. That’s why we say those words. ‘All is forgiven’ is to mark the end so that it can also mark a new beginning, no lingering resentments.” There, I was calm. But then, snidely I add, “That was like a YEAR ago!” (Hey, I was almost perfect in my response. Remember, progress, not perfection!).
“Jen, let’s not make this about your submission. Please don’t raise your voice. Yes, I screwed up. I am sorry. I didn’t think it through and just reacted. When I first said ‘no’ I really didn’t even know why. It was only in the seconds afterwards that I connected it to that reason. To be honest, I didn’t think of it as additional punishment, even though you are right, it is. Had I thought about it that way I would have changed my mind. It really was out-of-bounds. I am sorry.”
With that, I felt my submissive bubble starting to fill back up. I thought of the several “submissive fails” that I have had over the last three years. This was the first time Mike made a decision that was contrary to any “rule” we have. And the way he owned up to it – oh my God, it was so sincere. Not in just the words, but I could tell he was disappointed in himself. This was not about some plot to get me. (Something pre-DD Jenny would think). It was an honest mistake.
I was quiet for about ten seconds and Mike asks, “What are you thinking?”
Very slowly and deliberately I say, “I am thinking. . . ” insert dramatic pause, “all is forgiven.” And I hug him!
N.B. What about Lunch?
What is N.B.? It’s like a P.S., and stands for Nota Bene. It sounds so much fancier and pretentious than P.S., and of course, you know DDJennifer is all about being hoity-toity. Yeah, right! lol. I digress.
So do I get to go to lunch? Well, Mike does end up asking me if I want to go. In 100% submission mindset I say, “Sir, if it helps you with closure on my disobedience from last year, I do not want to go. Otherwise, yes, I would like to attend.”
With that, I am prepared to face a lot of questions at lunch later this week! (Weather permitting, we are in a bit of a deep freeze in South Texas).