Suck it up buttercup

Before I go any further, I want to say a big thank you for the wonderful Blogland welcome I received after my fledgling post. I was blown away by your kind comments.

I ended that first post at the point where discipline entered our mix. It was then that I realised this was the kind of spanking I'd craved all those years. The kind that meets my primitive need to know my mate is stronger than I am. That's not to say that sex doesn't come into it, I'm sure you'll agree a man in charge is hot!

I'm a strong, independent, woman and Harry has no wish to change that. There is no punishment in our dynamic. We don't have a whole bunch of rules, just a few of what he calls Standing Orders, such as not standing on chairs to reach up to cupboards and keeping my mobile phone charged. When we started spanking, at that time strictly for fun, I gave him my consent to spank me at any time and for whatever reason he saw fit. That consent suits the way ttwd works for us, it's still fit for purpose.

We discovered together that nothing sets my world to rights better than a reset over Harry's lap. And who knew the value of therapeutic spanking? Who needs a sleeping pill with all those endorphins rushing around to counter the effects of a hot bottom? Then there are the reminders, good girls and just because...  All in all Harry makes sure my blog title fits.

Don't think for a moment, though, that all is sunshine and flowers in the Joneses' household. Just a few days ago I was pretty miffed with Harry. He told me he had to re-arrange his work schedule because he'd taken on a new job that would run through the weekend, with no compensating time off the following week. Once upon a time, I would have had a thing or three to say about that, probably accompanied by some world class pouting, but those days are gone. I could have expressed my feelings in a respectful manner but it wouldn't have made any difference, the deal was done. My best option was to suck it up, no sulking or distancing. I couldn't change the way I felt but I could choose the way I dealt with it. Harry has left each morning with the imprint of a smiling wife in his mind and returned to hugs and kisses. As is often the way in this dynamic, I still got spanked. Harry sent me a text as he left work on Friday, telling me to be prepared in our bedroom when he got home. It was mostly for fun, with a few harder spanks at the end to ensure a happy weekend.

On a lighter note, here's a little snippet that might make you smile. A few hours after I hit 'publish' on my first post, Harry and I were in France on a shopping trip. We were happy to find that one of our favourite Champagne houses has produced a new brut rosé. Harry held a bottle up and I knew exactly what he was thinking - that the colour was a perfect shade to turn my derrière. We bought two cases.

Cheers!

Rosie