This post is a bit random and 'catching up' so-to-speak.
I'm trying to decide if I should blog again or not. If I do, this time around, no making any friends. I don't trust it. I've been hurt by too many people out here. Those who have been great, have been at more of a distance really. I think that's the way it has to be. I guess I have to learn to play the fake game.
I'd been on hiatus because of that and because of terrible pain in my arms. The pain is better, but we will see if this re-injures me or not. I'm still in therapy, so who knows. I did get permission from Dutch to try though.
As far as the DD front, we are still going. I still get maintenance every weekend. He's gotten stricter about certain things, like whining, foot stomping, bedtimes (ohhh, got spanked for that recently!) etc... He still doesn't give me chores to do (medically that's been a challenge). He has started saying things like 'don't take that tone with me' or don't talk to me that way'. Quite frankly, it's hot.
It has been 'hot' around here. We are finding each other like never before. DD has been good for us.
I've discovered my husband is a closet spanko. He, much to my chagrin, LOVES to spank my bottom. We had one really fun night recently and in the process I got one of the worst spankings I've ever gotten. However, since my mind was in a different place, I never cried, was never upset. I took it. All of it. I was quite bruised and never had been before. I was kind of proud of those marks. I'm not sure why, but I think it's because I kind of felt like I belonged to him.
I am his now. Makes me all warm and fuzzy.