Remember when.........many, many months ago.......... I was getting tied up in knots because Rooster refused to do any research and/or read any of the material about Dd/TTWD?
Remember when I would get so angry when he wouldn't follow through on his words?
Remember when I would get bored and frustrated during a spanking because he still seemed to be holding back, afraid of hurting me? Um.....well....actually I don't think I ever shared that with you all so you wouldn't remember it. LOL!
Remember when I thought I was so good at submitting, I never yelled, screamed or fought the process? Oh yeah....that was something else I never shared with you all! ROFL!
Well lately, I have to admit, alot of things have changed. Rooster has become uncomfortably good with his implements of choice.
While hanging over the stool in the closet several different times as he was swinging away, I have swung back, slapping his leg in retaliation. It didn't do any good, except to give him a good laugh. But it really hurts, seriously, REALLY hurts. (stop laughing at me people, I know)
I can't get through a session now without standing up several times and twice I have turned around and emphatically stated "NO!". It didn't work. I was quickly and firmly spun around and guided firmly back over that stool. He recently stated that my standing was too much and it had to stop. He asked me what needed to be done to keep me in place. When I had no response he asked "Do you need to be tied down?"
WHAT?!
He not only has become proficient at making the slightest swing hurt like *&#%, but he also excels at doing it and not leaving a bruise. Seriously.....not a mark!
This last Sunday was maintenance night. We had a very busy weekend, up by 6am out of the house by 7:30 and running around all day until 6:30pm, both Saturday and Sunday. Mid afternoon Sunday we were both tired and he made a reference to the evening. I responded:
"What? You don't want to do it tonight?"
"I don't know right know. Not really, I am just tired and don't feel up to it."
Truthfully, I don't like it when he brings up maintenance unless it is 30 minutes before the event. If he is discussing letting me off the hook, however he can bring it up anytime he wants.
"Well, if you want we can get up 30 minutes earlier in the morning and do it then." Aren't I accommodating?! (Shhhhhh, don't tell Rooster I said this but I know in the morning we will be rushed and it won't be the usual maintenance ; )
Groan from the man.
"Let's just see how we feel tonight."
"Sure."
That's it. I knew I was safe for the evening. : D
That evening around 8pm Rooster went into our room to get away from the noise and relax while surfing articles on his phone. I went in and bent over my side of the bed to stretch my back. I know, dangerous position, but I do this all of the time. It feels good after being on my feet all day. We relaxed with each other mostly in silence. Suddenly he sat up and said, "Come on, let's go."
"What?! I thought we would do it in the morning?!"
I just got the look as he got up from the bed. I stayed where I was, playing the "I am too exhausted to move" card.
As he came around the side of the bed, he changed his mind.
"You know what? Just stay there."
"What?"
"Don't move, we will do it here."
"But everyone will here!"
"Don't worry about it." and he pulled my jeans and underpants down with one swipe.
Pfft! We have been doing this in the closet with the doors shut (three doors between us and the hallway) and with the bathroom exhaust running for cover noise.
He went and got his implements de jour without letting me see them and began.
The first swing had me standing (never got a chance to turn! Grrr!) and was immediately pushed back down.
Thwack!
Thwack!
Thwack!
"What are you using?! That hurts!!"
"My belt. It is quiet."
"Well stop it! It really hurts!"
Thwack!
"OUCH!"
Nothing detoured him.
I don't know, but I don't think it was very quiet. Between my screeches and hysterical laughter (don't ask me why, I don't know), my comments on each implement change and standing up and being order back down again and a running discourse between us through the whole thing, I think we were pretty loud.
When it was over he stood me up and held me and said:
"Do you know why I did it?"
"No. Why?"
"I read an article about Michael Phelps."
Huh? and what does he have to do with you and your belt?
"Michael Phelps?"
"Yes. It was an interview with his coach. He said Michael Phelps wasn't anything special. There were just as many other swimmers as good, if not better than him. However, he knew very early what would make him succeed."
"Do you know what that was?"
"Uh, no."
"Routine."
Pfft!
"I want you to be successful, for us to be successful, so I have to be consistent in our routine."
Well.....he still doesn't read Dd material, but apparently there is a wealth of information for inspiration out there still to be read. Who knew?
And as much as this time hurt, still not one bruise.
Remember when I stumbled across my first Dd blog and though "Hey, this is for us!"?
Remember when..........
