Wednesday, July 16, 2014
I would like to apologize for the dramatic posts lately. I claim PMS as my only real excuse. Sometimes things just seem so hopeless and huge in the moment, ya know? So after my last post, I wrote to my husband and detailed why I was so worked up. I tried to better explain myself and made sure to reiterate and expound upon the key points, and wonder of wonders, he got it! We have talked at length since then about what I wrote and how we both feel about the issues I brought up. And even though I am still struggling with some things, the simple act of sharing with him made me feel so much better! He told me that he knew he had been lax with me since the kids have been out of school. He was aware that he had been less "Hoh-ey" as well. He even remarked that he missed the closeness that almost daily spankings brought. But most importantly to me, he understands now that I need him to DO SOMETHING about these things. To be fair, he does work a lot. But, he has promised to carve out time for us to just be "us" without having to worry about little eyes and ears. And he has decided that I have grown too big for my britches in the last couple of months, talking back(which I NEVER do of course) a bit too often. So I am trying extra hard to watch my P's and Q's and be respectful, but I usually fall flat on my face on this matter at least a couple times a week :( Tomorrow is our first kid-free together time, so hopefully only a short amount of that time will be spent with only me undressed. As much as I know it's beneficial and totally necessary, it sucks getting spanked! I apologize if there are many spelling/punctuation errors. Mobile blogger doesn't have spellcheck and its really late :) Hope everyone is having a good week so far!
Tuesday, July 8, 2014
Well, despite the great advice given to me and a little effort on my part, I still have not been properly spanked since the first week of June. There were a few mini-punishments, lots of smacks here and there, including a very public handful of hard smacks at the grocery store, and many more in the kitchen where we have 2 drawers plus a canister full of potential implements stashed away. I actually have been really well behaved, aside from a few little things. I have spoken to him with a less than pleasant tone at times, stuck my tongue out once or twice, forgotten a chore once. Those were all dealt with quickly and were over, no big deal. So in my husband's mind (I am pretty much guessing here, aside from a few times of him telling me what a good girl I have been) there is no real reason to spank. We have discussed the lack of span I still call him Sir, I serve him and I obey him gladly most of the time. We sit together each night and I get to snuggle under his arm, he still makes me go to bed each night when he says I am tired enough, whether I want to or not(darn him for reading me so well in that department!) and kisses me goodnight. I am submissive to him. But.........over the last month my attitude and outlook have changed a little bit. Where before I was eager to serve him every time, now sometimes it's a chore. Where I used to obey with a genuine smile, now I sometimes fake one. I don't feel as close and connected to him, and I am guilty of a gradual "un-softening" of my heart. Something's been missing and I have been clueless as to how to put it into words, but here is a picture. (By the way, I do know that what I have with him is more than some people could dream of and that I am spoiled. But please don't take offense, I am just trying to process.)
I have also been confused as to his expectations of me in certain ways. For example, he always tells me that he wants me to be myself, that he likes how I tell him what I think and that I play around. But sometimes I get in trouble for those same things. Not as much lately, but today.....I was in the kitchen and we had been chatting back and forth playfully. I said something VERY mildly insulting to him, joking as we had been all morning. He didn't find it as funny as I did and gave me a very solid whack with a heavy spoon that has holes in it(while I futilely attempted to explain what I said). That was when the past month's worth of not enough attention and decreasing connection came to a head and I popped. I melted down into immediate tears and couldn't form a coherent word, so I excused myself to my room. Ash followed me, horrified. Apparently he had meant to deliver a playful swat, not leave a big purple bruise with one swat and emotionally overwhelm me. He apologized profusely and I assured him that I was "fine", and asked for time alone, which he gave me. I sobbed and did chores trying to process what I was feeling and understand why on earth I was so upset. About an hour later Ash came to check on me and patiently but persistently prodded me to talk to him. When it took me ten minutes to share with him that I was confused and hurt and felt that I was no longer his priority, and I still couldn't tell him why.....that 's when I knew that I had been building walls around my heart this whole time. I knew what I needed, but I was too upset and embarrassed to explain it. It makes me feel so inferior as a woman sometimes that I need his instructive and disciplinary influence on me to be really happy in our marriage. And emotionally, I was feeling just like I did the first time I had to explain to him that I wanted him to discipline me. So I didn't go there. And I tried so hard to calm down for him, I really did. But I remain on the verge of tears even now, hours later, and I suspect many more will be shed before I am done writing to/for him. Why is it so hard to understand my feelings? They're mine, after all. Am I just emotionally stupid? Do I not pay enough attention to life? I really don't know. I just hope I can get it all straight-both in my head and on paper tonight so that it makes sense.....to me AND to my husband. So here is my wish(on the first star tonight, since it's not my birthday):
Why does a husband taking charge, paying attention and spanking his wife soundly produce such a magical effect? I really wish there was some other way.