I read all of your blogs almost every day. I read of struggles, achievements, disasters, fun, problems, successes.....and everything else you can think of.
For most of us we seem to have attained some level of happiness in ttwd. As a new blogger appears it is getting easier to see where they are in this adventure. Sometimes nowadays the old hands can even give pretty useful advice ( not me generally, I am more the tea and sympathy type, so I am here for support, not actually of any use, just entertainment!)
My husband and I are happy, very happy but within this I appear to have developed a slight problem.
When I first started ttwd I was a bit (okay a lot) more "serious" about it all. I am fairly submissive anyway, I aim to please, kindness is a priority for everyone in this house and always has been. I am not especially rude, just a bit cheeky. We don't have many rules. I like housework, I don't spend THAT much. I am too scared to speed and or text in the car so it's not like punishments are an everyday occurrence.
Our spanking activities are more of the fun variety, with lots of laughter on both sides.
One thing I have always managed to do however is take whatever genuine spankings came my way seriously. I try to remedy whatever they headed my way for, things like swearing, and a bit of attitude all were taken care of and as the months went by life in the Rose house became sweeter, softer somehow....
Two years on and I seem to have got the giggles!!!!!
I do not know what is wrong with me but EVERYTIME hubby spanks me, or attempts to punish me I start giggling and I can't stop.
It doesn't seem to matter what the offence, or how bad he tries to make it I still laugh. I think sometimes it is nervous laughter ( especially when anything wooden appears in the vicinity of my backside) but still I am putting myself off let alone him. Of course as soon as I start with the chortling and squiggling about it sets him off too.
This week he attempted to spank for cheek and dangerous behaviour ( I left the hob on, threw a tea towel on top and wandered off. When I smelt burning I thought it was the cake I had in the oven and gaily checked that ignoring the tea towel merrily burning on the top of the cooker :((
If hubby and son number 2 hadn't zoomed into the kitchen I feel that maybe there would have been a slight disaster ( and an even worse spanking on the horizon).
After hubby put out the fire, yes it was actually on fire albeit only a little bit, I pretty much knew what was coming the next morning. Accident it may have been but as John very rarely has cause to punish I knew he wouldn't let this go . He does relish the chance to spank for real as he puts it!!
( How rude!)
Why I can't get in the right headspace I do not know but I started giggling as soon as I was in position and no matter what he said I couldn't stop. I am telling you this did not go down well but it appears not to matter to my mind one whit, once I am chuckling that's it. and very soon after I start so does he and then, well, you know the spanking is soon left behind. ;)
Along with this of course comes another problem. Because I am not in the right frame of mind I can't keep still. I know I am being impossible but I can't seem to help it. I do try but,
I squeal and wriggle like a stuck pig the whole time.
I reach back until the cuffs go on.
I whinge and whine about the implements he chooses. ( not that I have any influence there at all)
I am generally a pain in the a**
Did I mention I move about like a jumping jelly bean?
Oh and Laugh like a hyena?
Indeed, two days on and I have a couple of nasty little stripes on my left thigh from that blinking crop, given when I kicked my legs up once too many times. That bloody hurt too and still I only shrieked and giggled again. I think I am going bonkers :(
What is that again? and how do I find it when I really need it ? I seem to have it in daily life just not when I want to give it during a spanking. I do want to behave and take my spankings well but it is just not happening. This has been going on for a while now and I am getting worse not better.
Hubby is not complaining, after all we both know that laughter is good and let's face it our life is lovely together, better than a lot of people and we are totally grateful for that.
I just wish I could get a grip and shut up and keep still when I should!!
Any ideas my friends? Or should I just be grateful that I can laugh when otb ? What do you all do? Laugh or cry or somewhere in between?
Hope you are all having a fun week