I have to admit that I am a fan of The Daily...... not the podcast, although it's a good one. For the past several months, I have been the recipient of a spanking that Storm has named The Daily.
As you know, there has been some weeping (mine) and gnashing of teeth (mine) and ear bleeding (Storm's) in our household the past six months as Storm and I face with determination some tough challenges with our TTWD in both theory and in practice.
Due to lack of privacy that cannot be helped, Storm smartly identified a very small window of opportunity each day where we knew we would have at least a very short time alone in the house. He announced that since we could not have private longer spankings that we could always plan, that he was going to try every morning to set me on the path to righteousness. And, no, he did not use those words, but it fits and it's funny given our strict religious backgrounds, so there you go.
He comes out of his office and says things like, "Okay, Babe, it's that time." It almost always takes place in the same spot in the kitchen because it is in the mornings and I am usually in there having coffee while I write. He has also come to me many times and said, "Buns out Baby," and "Sun's Out Buns Out," and variations on that theme. The first way this differs in atmosphere than my usual kind of spankings is that HE pulls down my pajama bottoms, leans me just barely over his hip while we're both standing, and then he spanks. (For our longer spankings in the bedroom, I am required to undress myself, be completely naked, bend over the bed, and await his attention to the matter at hand.)
When The Daily was brand new to us, he would spank and if it wasn't quite hard enough to get my attention, a time or two, I complained with a soft, "Booooo!" To which he laughed and said, "Booo??? I'll show you Boo!!!!" Then he'd give me more and harder, which means that I pretty much I got more than Boo all right...... I got an M added, as in BOOM BOOM BOOM !!
There is usually some kind of pep talk on how he would like my day to go -- to think positive, to remind me to practice very specific self-care, etc. He does sneak extra spanks in there for minor violations that I have accumulated within the past 24 hours. The Daily is a set number that started out lower but quickly doubled in number because someone is naughty so Storm felt more was needed to get his point across. It is a hard hand spanking now, so much so that sometimes afterwards, I complain, "OUCH!!!! I wasn't even in trouble this time." He feels sorry for me zero and I don't blame him.
Storm has become very consistent with The Daily. I admit that at first, I had a hard time in the mornings when I thought he was going to miss that window of opportunity, so I'd impatiently ask, unfortunately most of the time before the man even had a chance. I have gotten much better at waiting and zipping my mouth, and he has really followed through (sports spanking reference intended, Rosie!)
That Storm came up with this idea months ago completely on his own makes me feel good about the progression of our TTWD. It makes me feel cared for and it makes me feel like he is more in control, keeping his eye on me, my stress levels, and my behavior (my mouth!) toward him and he is holding me accountable. He is more observant and overall, I am much more careful with saying things that I know will upset him or be offensive to him. I have not shared until now about The Daily because I was giving it time to see if it was truly working for us and I am happy to report that it is. (These do not replace longer spankings in the evenings when we sometimes luckily get some time alone.) I have been tempted to spill the beans a couple of times during private talks with a TTWD friend what has been occurring in our home for months now, but I wanted to make sure it was going to stick before I said anything.
Taking a page from PK's book, I mostly mind blogged the above while I was taking a bath in our whirlpool tub late this evening. I had the jets on and leaned back in the tub while I let the Aussie 3 Minute Miracle Conditioner sit in my hair. I looked down at my breasts happily floating. Hmmm.... these just went from looking like 50-something-year-old-boobs that have definitely breast fed a mouth or two......to perkier 36 year old boobs, as I watched my titties rise from the dead. (Kind of like what Ella says blog land needs to do.) It was a miracle all right, but one that only lasted 3 minutes since it was then time to flip around to the other end of the tub and rinse my hair. My boobs were sad again. But, I am not sad because I have The Daily Spanking now to help brighten things up in the morning, including and especially my attitude and my rear end.