Technically, we weren't in a shed, but there was some whippin' going on 'round these parts! Around my parts, that is. Wait, I just mean my butt....... I 'm not into titty slapping. Not my kind of kinky ouch.
Storm told me to be ready for a conversation in the closet in 45 minutes. I assumed he meant naked and there would be some spanking going on as well as some talking because a couple of weeks ago or so, he cleaned the closet floor of all the clutter. The man has been preparing in many ways for a while now.
Let me back up a bit: I got my necklace back with no formal announcement, no contract (not that I want one, but Storm has been reading, so how would I know?), and with no official conversation. He just brought the necklace to me a while back, much to my surprise and confusion, if I am being honest, and told me, "I want my wife back." Well, then! I knew better than to pump my fist in the air in some kind of victory. That's not how I felt. I wasn't feeling proud of the fact that I had indeed been holding myself back from him; in fact, it felt pretty awful. But, desperate times and all that. I had previously told him that I can't possibly give him all of me if we don't have some kind of a power dynamic going on along with the whole spanking thing. It's too much a part of my sexuality, heck, OUR sexuality. He truly wants me to submit to him and wants to dominate and lead, but those things can't come from just one spouse. We all know that. So he has immersed himself into finding out how he can do just that. Although I was puzzled, I knew enough to know not to ask him a hundred questions about what the terms were. I put the necklace back on. If the man wants to lead, I needed to shut up and follow him.
We started domestic discipline right there in that closet over a decade ago when Storm and I could still move around without our bones creaking and things hurting and going numb like they do now. We had already been engaging in spanking as sexual foreplay, but had just recently discovered our first dd blog. We learned to take our time conversing as he took his time spanking my butt. When we do it the way that satisfies us both the most, it takes a lot of time, but it is so worth it! Sexual activity follows and we were in there about an hour. That's a long time to shift pillows around every time an adjustment for physical comfort was needed...... a berber carpet is not comfortable on naked skin. (And Blogger is not comfortable with the spelling of the word berber. Perhaps it feels that it has gone out of style. I don't care because it's just a closet.)
Storm went back to old school style, even reading from that website's archives to get himself in touch again with why we started all of this in the first place. Although it is probably the most intense dd information and method type blog that we have ever encountered, it has some principles that are at the heart of a man being very dominant and the wife quite submissive.
So our kinky, aging bodies are in the closet ............. and Storm cannot use the paddle because it's too loud and anyone in the whole house could hear it. Storm turns the fan on high, locks the bedroom door....... and then chose an implement that he bought at Home Depot 2 years ago at a time when we were having to find something very quiet. Well, it may be quiet, but it HURTS. Because we haven't used this in such a long time, I know to expect some room for adjustment and I expect some of my own frustration to come with that because I hate tentative experimentation even though I know that is the safe way to do things and that is what Storm will do. The frustration never came, but the pain sure did. I wasn't quite sure what to think and I was trying to shut the heck up and let Storm work it out. I've never had a gag of any kind and I don't want one, but I really wished I had a hand towel or something at that moment to muffle the cries that I wanted to let loose.
Deep breaths. Oh, gosh, please stop hitting the same exact spot! How many times is he going to--- ouch! I seriously begin to think about using my safe-word. Then I realize we don't really have one.... do we? What is it ? I think it might be Red. Think, think, think. Safe, sane, consensual, yes those are the concepts but none are my safe-word! Wait, the three C's...... Consent, oh gosh, I can't remember. Important C words...... what's a C word? I find myself almost shouting in a harsh whisper, "Coronavirus!" Certainly, someone shouting that awful word any place on the planet right now, would be cause for immediate, serious attention to stop whatever the hell we are doing! Thank God that Storm paused to check on me and then he made some adjustments. Whew!
Later, as we're both sprawled out naked and recovering in the closet, I tell all of this to Storm and he laughed really hard at that one. Water bottles, water breaks....... stretching breaks....... blankets, pillows....... it felt like we were camping. We had the sticks and I had an ass on fire, all we needed were some marshmallows and we'd be all set! At other times, it felt like a bad floor routine at a middle-aged gymnastics meet. All the bending over, and flipping from front to back. His knees were red afterwards and no, he was not the one being spanked. You know what he was doing!