I feel so alive right now and in such a good groove on so many levels.
BEHAVIOR IS GOOD
I haven’t been disciplined in just over two weeks now. I didn’t even get a chance to share my last spanking, so here it is in brevity.
I told someone I email back and forth with the city in which I live. That is a no-no, and a big one. Mike is very tired of me pushing the limits of our privacy rules. The spanking was significant, even more than the New Years Eve one, and include the very real threat of losing my blog if I ever again disclose things like that without his permission. Mike has shown he does not make idle threats. He means it.
I was going to have a post all about it but it’s been so long I no longer feel compelled to share. Suffice to say I was feeling pretty down about it. I feel bad for pushing Mike to the point he had to make such a “nuclear” threat. Compounding my feelings was that it was all part of about 4-6 weeks of some major “submission” fails in my book.
It caused me to focus more intently on adhering to my commitments and it paid off – like I said, I am now just over two weeks since my last disciplining. As much as I prefer not being disciplined, two weeks discipline-free makes me all the more thankful for our maintenance sessions! They have been welcomed and critical to helping me stay in a submissive mindset.
LIFE IS GOOD!
Things are great on the D/s front, I am enjoying my volunteer work, J is doing great health and behavior-wise, T2 will be graduating college in May and has two job offers he is considering (leaning towards taking one in San Diego), and T1’s upcoming nuptials fill the air with excitement. Kayla is wrapping up her first year of grad school (excellent grades), and seems to be in a good grove with her boyfriend, Michaud.
LOVE IS GOOD!
Mike’s work is going well, and our relationship has never been stronger. Mike and Kayla have also become exceptionally close and it warms my heart to witness it. And my relationship with Kayla is strong as well.
We are human, so occasionally there are petty things that come up, but we hit them head on and talk about them whenever they arise – never let them fester. Typically it deals with differences in how Mike treats us. We all understand we have differences in our relationships with each other, in our needs as individuals, and in what Kayla and I thrive in as submissives. But still, there are times we need to remind ourselves to appreciate these differences and not let them interfere in our happiness.
Thankfully, such interference is few and far between. I only mention it so as not to paint an inaccurate picture of constant bliss. We are human, thus subject to the frailty of human emotions. And a poly relationship with a married couple can exploit those frailties for everyone involved. Thus communication and love is so extra important. Love conquers all!
OPENNESS IS GOOD
Adding to all of that, it feels wonderful to be more open with who we are. I know this seems contrary to Mike’s fervor over online privacy. He draws a distinction between not hiding in the real world and being “out there” online. He was feeling it was unfair to Kayla for us to have to hide things, as if we were embarrassed by it, which we were not. And he felt it would be unfair for our kids to learn of it some other way. And as for D/s, he wasn’t enthusiastic with sharing, but he recognized it was also too difficult to keep hidden from those that frequently interact with us.
He also knows my proclivity to push any flexibility he shows– if I had my way, I’d be on YouTube singing the praises of my lifestyle choices. Thus he has drawn a line with what I can and can’t share online and expects me to adhere to it. And in “real world,” he still does not want us talking about it for no reason or without his permission – and when we do, give the least amount of information as needed.
Oh, one major “openness” breakthrough with Mike has to do with Kayla. At times when she has to be introduced, we’ve given the awkward, “She is a family friend who is staying with us until she finishes school.” (Post 112). This description always made us feel bad, as if we were discounting what Kayla means to us. Now, if asked or if simply introducing her, she will be “my girlfriend, Kayla.” Easy enough for me to get away with without people thinking anything of it, as the term has platonic connotations when I say it. But Mike will also be saying this. It will certainly raise some eyebrows. I am excited for Kayla as I know it makes her feel very good – very valued – that we are willing to do this.
NUDITY IS GOOD
E’s revelation excites me. I’ve shared a little bit about my upbringing in so far as some of the values championed by my mother than were instilled in me. Here’s a tidbit I haven’t shared before that is both curious and humorous. I was a child nudist!
My parents told me my penchant for wearing my birthday suit began as soon as I was able to take my own clothes off – and even before I was potty trained. Once i figured out I could pull a diaper off, off they came. Suffice to say my parents had extra incentive to quickly get me potty trained.
My mom said I would complain that clothing was “heavy and itchy.” I think I had some overactive tactile response to clothing. She would try to get me light and loose-fitting materials, but no avail. By around age 5 we seemed to have negotiated an arrangement where I was always naked at home, but understood I needed to wear clothes when certain people came over or we went out. My parents were very accommodating, never making me feel bad for wanting to be clothes free. Their “everyone else has clothes on” seemed to convince me that I should too without feeling bad for preferring to be naked.
At the start of first grade (just turned 6) I got the “you’re a big girl now, going to school, yadda yadda. . . thus you need to start wearing clothes.” I remember not understanding why it was a big deal to be naked at home. I vividly remember my mom asking me at what age I think I should stop being naked around the house. I told her, “when I have boobies because that’s what bothers people.” I once thought this innocent answer was cute, but grew to take it as a sad commentary that still applies to society’s views on nudity. I digress.
Growing up there wasn’t a lot of nudity (other than me) in the house, but there also wasn’t any shame in it. If I happened to wander in at an inopportune moment, neither my parents or siblings cared – and any questions were met with age appropriate answers – much like how Mike and I run our household.
On my seventh birthday, I boldly announced my decision to start wearing clothes around the house. I remember it made me feel grown up to proclaim this, even though I still wanted to be naked. At that point I confined my nudity mostly to my room. My routine was after a bath I would dry off and stay naked as I made my way to my room and I slept in the nude. It stayed that way all the way until college. From there I got in the habit of wearing pajamas and pretty much retained that habit until embracing D/s.
Today, being naked around the house has rekindled the “naturist” within me. I loved it last year when Mike, Kayla, and I were nude on our Immersion get-away. And now with E, I’ve found a kindred spirit in the desire to be clothes-free. Fortunately, Mike is supportive. We are eagerly planning a getaway this summer.
A question remains whether we will bring J with us. We might go during the two weeks of the summer he spends at my parents. But we also might just take him. The nudity isn’t a concern for us, it is the accommodations. With his disability there is a lot we have to consider, from accessibility, dietary needs, and entertainment. If we can find the right place, we may take him, otherwise, we won’t.
Oh, this reminds me of a skinny dipping story of my youth! Perhaps on my next post!