Monday 27 October 2008

Happy Buzzy Wiggly Energy.


I spent the whole weekend at home this weekend, finishing unpacking even though I moved over 2 months ago. I have a lot of clothes! And .. um....knickers ;-)

As I was going about my tidying and sorting and general organising of my life ( and YES, I did iron my knickers as requested ), a smile would often break out across my face and a wonderful surge of energy would swell through my body . I'd found this happening to me all week, knew that the source of it was coming through the lovely left-over sensations and memories of smacked bottom times, and was enjoying noticing what that energy was encouraging me to go and do.

That energy that is all at once naughty, wriggly, calming, content feeling, cosy, energising, full of love, and contagiously smile-making, left me wondering how I could capture it, and put it into pretty little glass bottles, and send it as gifts to my friends.



 

Sunday 26 October 2008

Being Different.

Being or feeling different is quite expected, I know. After all, we are all different!

But in a quite pain filled telephone call with my Mum yesterday, she gently pointed out to me that different does not have to mean distant. 

I could just choose to not analyse this much, seeing it very simply as a stark truth, revealing that I don't spend enough time with my family, who are incredibly loving and generous to me, and as a gentle nudge to stop being quite so selfish and more compassionate about how I spend my time and what I give of myself to whom and how. And on one level I *am* going to be more conscious of this and work harder to be a better daughter and sister and grandchild.

But it also got me thinking about family and why I have felt it very important to create other 
"family" around me over the years. 

My Mum has always said that I left home when I was 11. I didn't physically pack a bag of course, but I did make sure I was there as little as I possibly could be and emotionally once I walked out that door away from them I locked it tight shut right into when I reached adulthood. Even now, when I am sitting round the table with them at Christmas dinner for example, I feel oddly separate from them and intensely guilty that I feel that way towards people who show me nothing other than love and kindness.

For as long as I can remember I've always been searching in some way for people that understand me. That is one reason why the people I have met in the last 3 years through the world of spanking/Discipline are so important to me. Even with all of my diverse and wonderful friends and my family, some of whom know more of me than others, and whom I cherish and am grateful to for their acceptance ( with a few I'd describe it more as tolerance! ) of me, it is still a very powerful thing ( and need, I'm embarrassed to say ) for me to have conversations with people who I can be fully me with, who don't just accept, but who fully understand, who don't just nod that it intellectually makes sense, but who share the same kind of instinctive, emotional responses to all of this.

And feeling different isn't because I like spanking ( we know that really isn't *that* unusual! ) This is more about the nature and dynamics of the current intimate relationships in my life and the overall philosophy by which I want to share love and intimacy within my life as I go in to the future.

Maybe I am wrong to seek understanding from others because it in some way suggests a failing on my part or that I need others to validate who I am? 
I'm uncertain about that and it depends on whether I am having a day of seeing myself in a positive light or not! 
But through greater self-awareness I do feel I now embrace this feeling of difference, and yet I would like to find a way for different not to mean distant from my family. 


Sunday 5 October 2008

In Preparation.


It's either a phone call, or a text message, or an email or an IM chat and then I know when I will next be receiving a smacked bottom.
From the moment I know when that will be it becomes ever so hard to concentrate on anything else!
For those of you that live with your spanking partner I imagine you still sometimes have to wait, that there is a build up, an anticipation, a wait for them to return home, and probably sometimes your spankings can also happen spontaneously just because of your proximity to one another..um, in the same house! :)

I always have some build up, it can sometimes be hours but it is most often a few days. On the morning of " Discipline Day ", I often do those usual girly things of getting ready for a date, a bit of grooming etc :)  Although I am not really sure why I bother as I get pretty ruffled pretty quickly when I am across his knee.

Sometimes I'll have been told what knickers he expects to see me in, other times I deliberate for a little while, choosing which pair to wear after imagining the expression he is likely to have when he lifts my skirt. 

Then I often just sit still for a while and try and settle the butterflies in my tummy, then I'll be up again and might even open up the drawers where all the implements are kept, mostly considering if I should once and for all * loose* the plimsoll.

I've been known to barely sleep the night before, nervous excitement is not much of a sleeping anecdote ( although it is amazing how much a smacked sore bottom is ).

Most recently , I was so fidgety that I was doing the hoovering when he arrived :)

I was wondering how other readers prepare for their spanking, both mentally and physically!
And also how Spankers prepare too.... like do they need to do any hand exercises ;-)

P.s.  Something I learnt yesterday, was in future I MUST NOT log in to my blogger account when I am intoxicated upon arriving home from the pub.... there used to be drunken text messages, there is now the extra hazard of drunken blog posts / comments   ;-0



Saturday 4 October 2008

Another Vignette.

" Step inside"

I was stood in my navy duffle coat, the piece of paper crumpled and slightly sodden in my hands.
The instructions had been very clear and I knew what I was arriving too.
Something that I had imagined again and again in my mind.

I did step inside. Inside into their home, and inside into something that had been welling up for a long time in my heart.

He looked more himself than I had ever seen. This was where he needed to be to. I could see the excitement in his eyes, like I had come home to him.
He took my hand, taking me off the door step, taking me into our world that we had created so many times in our imagination. 

It was all unspoken. He just nodded, I knew to just look at him and follow his eyes, follow instinctively what I knew he had planned.
I walked up the stairs, feeling him watching me. I walked into the bedroom right ahead of me.

She was there, sat on the bed waiting for me. As I entered the room, she stood up. We exchanged looks. 

I slipped off my coat, shivered , it was damp, I was cold. My cheeks were glowing, partly through the cold having stung them, partly through the anticipation of being here. Here, in my room, a room prepared for me, my place to stay, with them.

I took in the room then. A tidy, thoughtfully prepared guest bedroom. Mirrors that I knew had found there way there because they had an important place. A wardrobe with one door hung open, a rail decorated with pressed and prepared outfits that I could only assume were for me. And on the bed, layed out with precision, my clothes. 
I even smiled then, through the overwhelming nerves and excitement and trepidation, I smiled at the site of the uniform, of the knickers, of the contradiction of their familiarity and embarrassment. 

Standing still, taking in all that was around me, I waited for her. My bag slipped off my shoulder and crumpled to the floor. 
She walked towards me and as she reached me I held my hands behind my back. I stood as still as I possibly could as she unbuttoned my blouse, slowly, with care, with purpose, I felt her hand moving down me until she opened it and it slipped off my shoulders and I was stood there, my nipples pricking up with the brush of her hand against them.

She didn't pause here as I thought she might and instead she walked behind me and unzipped my skirt, letting it fall to the ground, leaving me standing there in my knickers. I trembled as she stepped back to look at me a moment.

" I need to prepare you properly for him "

I stayed still, knowing that is what she needed to do and accepting that was how this whole weekend was going to be.


Thursday 2 October 2008

Intimacy.


Some days, not as often anymore, I get overwhelmed with feelings of guilt about how I have treated people in my past.

I was thinking today about some of the men I have dated ( which isn't really very many! ) and how cold and dismissive I had been with them at times, especially in moments of intimacy. I recognised the feeling today as one of resentment. Not a feeling I am proud to have felt, but it felt like I had unravelled its meaning a little.

I do think that I resented them for not sensing my submissive nature. I resented that they were not responsive or aware of the nuances just beneath the surface. I resented that they only saw what was easy to see. I'd buffer up against people hoping that they would SEE me, try and sparkle for a moment but it would quickly flutter away and I always felt disappointed, let down, and empty of meaning. The shutters would come down and the rest of me would march right in, take control of the situation, and leave it. And leave them.

And I know now that I was expecting ever such a lot of them!  and how incredibly unfair I was being.

Now I know what is my responsibility. And how to take responsibility for it. 

I know that for me intimacy is not possible until I can, from an aliveness within myself, express who I am freely, and be with another person as they express who they are freely with neither of us feeling the need to shut down or protect ourselves.

Having found this kind of intimacy, I am so grateful to have come to know my own self more,to have learnt how to express and communicate who I am and I hope this is helping me to have softer and more honest experiences with others.