Over the years, I've been spanked so many times I've lost count. Hundreds. Maybe thousands? But there have been a few that I remember with vivid clarity.  A little trip down memory lane…    1.       The first time Jason  ever  smacked my ass. We were dating, I said something teasingly to him, turned around, and  whack.  He hauled off and gave me a teasing (but pretty hard) spank. And I was  so turned on.  “That really turns me on,” I told him, which only egged him on even more… (until I freaked out and asked him to stop). But ah, that was over twenty years ago and I can still remember where we were, and how I felt when it happened.    2.       The time he gave me my first ever “real” spanking. More than erotic, there was a decided disciplinary feel to it. He was getting dressed for work, and I told him I was struggling with something, not meeting a goal of mine....

I am deeply in need of a really good, really thorough, really hard spanking.   I haven’t done anything wrong deserving of punishment. But the very thought of Jason taking his belt to me, or hauling me over his lap for a spanking that leaves me kicking my legs and begging for mercy has me so emotionally tangled, I’m choked up at the thought.    I really can’t explain why I get this way sometimes. I think it’s occasionally due to stress, since I find spanking –  all  of it, reading about it, fantasizing about it, and even the threat of it – relaxing. But it isn’t that today.   I woke up and do what I always do on a Sunday. Reflected on my week, regrouped with my goals, and planned the week ahead in detail. I’m super Type-A, so I planned everything from how we’d spend our Sunday family day, to my work tasks, to my meal plan, to my daily workout routine.    I saw the little checkmarks next to my daily habit tracker for  check-in.  We haven’t...

It’s been a long time since I’ve had a very serious punishment spanking, though some are burned into my memory perhaps forever. The time I was spanked with the belt for speeding, another impromptu belt spanking for mouthing off, a very deliberate session over Jason’s knee to clear the slate and forgive all small and past misdeeds, and the list goes on.     It’s been over eight years of following rules and submitting to Jason as the head of the house with the authority to discipline. Though throughout the entirety of our (nearly nineteen year) marriage, he’s always been the one that wore the pants around here. I’m strong-willed by nature, and my foray into the depths of studying personality has revealed something we’ve both known all along: I have a dominant personality type. I just need to be with someone a little…more dominant.    But I digress.    A part of me misses the days of accountability in the form of punishment. In the very early days of our dynam...

Over the years, I’ve shared about our dynamic, how to submit, how we’ve learned to make this work. I’ve talked about goal setting, and how we can use our dynamics to improve our relationships and our lives. I’ve talked about how hard submission is in the modern world, with our busy lives. But if there’s anything I’ve learned in the eight years I’ve been Jason’s submissive, there’s one that resonates above all: it doesn’t work if you don’t keep it up.   What doesn't work?     Well…anything.   Pick pretty much any   goal that you want to achieve. Let’s choose three that have been on my personal goal list in the past: running a 5k, writing a book, and losing twenty pounds.     You don’t get up one day and decide today’s the day you’re going to get off the couch and run a 5k.    You  do  decide today you’ll run for two minutes, and perhaps begin a running routine like Couch to 5k. And then do it again. And again. And again.  ...

As we come to the start of a new year, with endless possibilities ahead of us, I love to take some time to reflect on the year behind us.   As so many of you have said yourselves, 2020 year was a challenge. Between the pandemic, the American election, racial tension and the like, many of us were pushed to our limits. Our energy was depleted, familiar routines uprooted, and the hope of things we looked forward to, like graduations and vacations, were gone. We lost things we took for granted, and many of us struggled with anxiety and depression. Some of us had painful losses.   But as we look to the year ahead, I’d like to urge you to continue to look at what it is you can control. And since this little corner of blogland is about lifestyle choices, let’s take the direction there.   I had a personal reckoning with my post on THE LAZY SUBMISSIVE . I told myself, I can’t control the fact that we have so little privacy. I can’t change the fact that our house is always filled w...