Many thanks to all those who left me comments after my first post. What a lovely welcome! I will try to answer some of you personally soon. There is, however, this little thing of having a full time job that keeps me so busy. I wonder if Sam would understand if I just stayed home now. We are also quickly coming to the conclusion that we need another computer. Sam was willing to help in any way this last weekend, but he spends a lot of time on it. I really don't see him just turning it over to me any old time. I am dreaming of a sleek little laptop and curling up on the couch in my pajamas.
That reminds me to say a major "Thank you" to Meredith for being my mentor on this undertaking. When I was almost ready to post on Sunday, I told her it felt like I was about to deliver a baby. I was so nervous and had been in labor for hours. Then all of a sudden, I was at 10 centimeters and it was time! Boom! Out popped a blog baby. And now, I have a brand new blog to care for. Maybe if I plan a baby shower, Sam will give me that laptop.
I was hoping someone out there would send me a good "meme" to complete. I love reading those on others' blogs, because I learn so much about the person. Feels like you know them a little better. I also love the humor that usually shines through.
When I come home from work at night, my favorite place in the whole world is sitting on Sam's lap. Until we started ttwd/dd, I don't remember ever sitting on his lap. We talk about our day and enjoy a few beers. (IPAs are my new favorite.) This is a time when Sam will ask me how I did with my driving. That is at the top of our rules list. I keep a daily journal so that I reflect on how I did that day with my rules. Once a week I read to him from my journal, and some weeks there is a reckoning. My driving yesterday caused Sam to tell me I was skirting the edge. A warning.
One night last week, Sam shortened our time together, because he had some task he needed to tackle on the computer. I was a little disappointed. I like that time to last at least an hour, but I went to change clothes and think about dinner. When I came back, I went to stand next to his chair and just waited. He saw me and without taking his eyes from the screen, asked me, "What's up?" Smiling, I told him that I didn't feel like he had given me enough attention. He swung his big office chair around and took my hand. "Well, let's go take care of that," he said with a big grin on his face. He marched my down the hallway to the bedroom and put me across the bed. I started laughing as he opened his dresser to choose an implement. "Pants down," was all he said. He chose this new wooden kitchen spoon because he wanted to try it. It was a happy spanking, but dang, that thing was nasty. As he spanked, he kept asking me if I had had enough attention now. "Yessir. Yessirrrrr. Yessir, I have!" Be careful what you wish for.
Sunday, April 26, 2015
A warm hello to you all. I am very, very happy to be here. It was over a year ago that I managed to enter this blogland of yours. Before that, I didn't know any of you or that you even existed. Also, I was sure I was the only woman in the kingdom that ever wanted to be spanked. It was a secret for so many years, and I knew in my heart that no one must ever know, even the man who loves me most. That part of me was wrapped up in a big secret cloak.
So, this is a new chapter in my book. In case you are now expecting some winsome young princess, please remove that picture from your imagination. Just press Delete. It couldn't be farther from reality in my new corner of your world. But it surely feels so right to be here. I am more a combination of a good little witch and a dragon. Lucky for me, there is a man in my story named Sam. He has been in my life since we were both 15 years old. Any dreams that have come true for me are because he loves both the little witch and the dragon. Only lately has he had any say in which one is sleeping on the other side of his bed.
For much of this tale the good little witch has worked hard at Sam’s side. She has been loyal and loving and determined to be his best friend. But over the years, he grew to beware of when the dragon decided to storm the castle. When the dragon came to roost, Sam knew that there was very little he could do to make her fly away. She roared and breathed fire, and all Sam could do was to wait until she burned herself out. Sometimes, he would try to fight the dragon, but that never worked any magic at all. By the time the dragon would crawl away and the little witch could come home, it would take a chapter or two before everything was right in the kingdom.
When the good little witch finally discovered the secret potion named “This Thing We Do”, she was reborn into Ella. She and Sam started down a different road. They felt lost many times, and they are still finding their way. But their tale heads in a new direction, and Sam never lets go of Ella’s hand. When the dragon comes circling the castle, he knows just how to fight her off. Sam doesn’t need a sword, just his trusty paddle. Ella feels safe and loved and understands exactly where her “ever after” really lies.