Insecurity and Self-Confidence

 Everyone has insecurities. From an early age we are taught to believe that we must attain the unobtainable, that we have to stay in the lines and have to be blond-haired, blue-eyed and perfect husbands and wives in order to see our true worth.  Society at large, the media, and even contemporary music and television shows depict the common person as lacking. Day in and day out we are bombarded with not so subtle messages and reminders that we'll never make enough money, that we're not attractive enough, not young enough, just plain not good enough. June and I had an interesting conversation the other day and I realized that fostering a healthy self-image and a positive self-mindset are going to be a lifelong endeavor that demands my finest vigilance and most selfless motivations.We know what sometimes causes insecurity, So why then are we still susceptible to it?  Why is it so easy to lift others up and yet doubt our own veracity? In my own case, I guess I've always feared never measuring up to what June desires and deserves in a man, I fear that I won't be a good enough father and that the kids truly deserve better.  June reassures me every day that I do a better than descent job, and when I see them smile, or watch them playing or check on them when they are sleeping, it gives me a confidence that bolsters me. Confidence is a beautiful thing and it is easy to take delight in it's design in our lives.  I have been told that confidence in a man is sexy.  June does indeed thrive when I take charge, not only in our relationship but in and around our home as well. Her confidence me furthers this, but I always try to remember that there is being confident and take charge, and there is being arrogant and dismissive, I try very hard not to be the latter. Observing these benefits, I face my fears with the intent on improving not just myself, but improving my leadership overall and leading by example. June does display beautiful confidence at fleeting moments, and that is what I seek to nourish. Her poise, her skill, and her intelligence are a delight to behold and they serve only to highlight the beauty that shines both inside and out.  June is a remarkable homemaker, a brilliant chef,and an outstanding mother add to that her intellect and it's no surprise as to how I fell deeply in love with her.  As I have told her, "So what you aren't bottle blond and 115lbs, you are beautiful, vibrant, and have a brightness that could not be duplicated. You have a real woman's body, a body designed for nourishment, nurturing and comfort. You have a few grey hairs to speak to your experience and wisdom and I LOVE it and would not change a thing... anyway, this gentleman doesn't prefer blondes."  She laughed and said it was good, and even if she thinks I'm crazy she knows my love for her is real.                                                            Self-confidence begins with understanding that we have our partner's back and that no matter what, they have our deepest and truest love. From there I would encourage you all to take a moment to reflect on what is positive in your world and about yourself.  Take delight in your individuality, marvel at your uniqueness and understand that there is beauty in the honest soft beauty in the display of soft openness and the acceptance of one's strength, appeal and beauty... especially when it is hard to see ourselves.  Despite the selfishness of others, even people we grew up with, shared a home with, or were once intimate with... No sometimes we must dig deeper and see not only our worth, but how our self-perception affects our partners. I'm sure that I am not the only HoH who takes issue and will vigorously correct self-degradation and unhealthy, sef-directed language that only hurts and adds to a layer of negativity.  June knows that I take no pleasure in the act of  correction. It is a painful thing for us both, but I also understand that sometimes, like the truth, the growth process can sting a little.

                                         

The funny thing about fear is, that it's very often not rational.  I realize that this does not make fear impotent, but often times fear is unjustified, and dealing with fear often requires the influence of love and patience. I would encourage the HoH's, the husbands and the leaders of homes to reach out, reassure, and display the earmarks of true love, great and unconditional.   If it took a hundred thousand forevers I would show her that she is beautiful every day and that is the kind of wholesome earth that happy, healthy thoughts thrive in.

The same is true of you. Walk tall, communicate and be confident in your family's confidence in you. Lead from the front and be a living, breathing example of  self-confidence and healthy male energy. It won't always be so simple or easy, but it will always speak to simple, solid leadership.. it all starts with love!

                                                                         

                                                      

Her POV:

Is my fear rational? No. Do I know that? Yes, Can I stop it? No. It's there, deep seated in the back of my mind. I have been taught from the earliest that I was unworthy. There was a fundamental lack trust building that should occur in babies (more psychology stuff), it changes the brain chemistry. It changes perceptions, and 'gut-reactions'.

Do I believe he loves me? Yes. Do I trust him? With my live and the lives of my children - our children now. Do I trust his veracity when he says he will never leave - I''mm 'stuck' with him? No, I know he will not leave. What do I fear? Not being worth it. I have never been worth it. What happens if when all the struggles are over he wonders what in the world he fought so hard for? What if some mystical thing changes and the inner darkness comes out and permeates our lives?

I have no answers. I wish I did. I wish I could gain the confidence. I hate sometimes that I am so needy. I worry that he will weary of that. When I am in his arms I feel that, I feel that confidence, that ....sense that I am ok. Then I so much as walk to the bathroom, and can be smiling and feeling full of him, and glance up at the mirror and the smile fades and I wonder just what he sees that I do not. And how long it will be enough.

I try, I do. I want to be better. It's hard. He'd have to tell you, sometimes I feel that I hold onto it a bit longer. My therapist and I talked about it not long ago. She said it may never go away, that I may have had my brain permanently altered. But she see's very positive results since Daddy - yes she knows exactly what kind of relationship we have, and she still thinks he's good for me :) I work, I try. I love him. That's all I can do.

What June's Submission Means to Ward.

                                                  

 June's submission is the sweet ambrosia that allows me to ascend beyond the limits and constraints of mere-mortal manhood.  Submission is her gift to me and in so offering, I must ascend, I must respect, I must develop into the man that is worthy of her love, support and submission.  I take and/or make time every day to not only acknowledge the gift of her submission, but to develop, nurture and strengthen it and our dynamic.

                                                            

I have told June many times that she is a natural submissive... She would probably say that she is just herself and that it is my dominance that has such an affect on  her. She honors me with her words and even if she was just being herself, she brings me so much more than I have ever had or could dare dream of.  In my previous relationships, I often felt marginalized,  ignored, disrespected, unimportant.  Indeed at times it felt like I was struggling to carry the weight of the world on my shoulders.  It saddens me that I cannot take the time that I lost and give it back to June... but I also realize that without  the life experiences I have, I could not be the man that I am and I never would have met my one true soul mate... and that would truly be a tragedy.  We have discussed the impact that communication has on a healthy relationship and at times that communication does in fact extend beyond words.

                                           

Submission isn't always easy but it's impact is immediate and undeniable. One of the things that I really must do is give June credit where it is due. I know that I am not always the easiest person to deal with. I have high expectations for our  communication, our family and, of course, us as a couple.  Even when I am not at my best, even when it is difficult, June responds with grace and love and even when  I haven't handled something particularly well, she takes that extra second, breathes and allows her submission to bloom out ahead of what may have been in the front of her mind. This effort, seemingly small  is often the difference between cool heads and  a misunderstanding and, June my love, again I salute you, I know that I am not always easy or pleasant.

Submission also comes in the form of the love and care that she provides. Many times before thought formed in my head, June was there with a glass of water or I've come home to find my favorite meal hot and on the table. In many ways it is so much more than taking care of me or our home... She is taking care of us and the bond that we hold dear.  Knowing these things, and observing them with clear mind and proud eyes... I strive and am forced to become a better, more attentive man... She deserves no less and in truth, our relationship cannot be allowed to stagnate. Effort every day, even when it isn't easy drives growth and reciprocity.

                                                         

Submission

- Feeds our dynamic and provokes communication, thought, growth and effort
- Feeds my Dominance and draws it out
- Allows us to feel our HoH and TiH rolls evenly and fully
- Guides and guards our hearts and minds and keeps them focused on growth, communication, stability and reciprocity
- Ignites our love life and  and fuels our passion for each other

                                                             

 Her grace even under pressure charmed me from the first and her thirst for my dominance allowed for the easy and delightful expression of our physical passion. She presents, she offers herself fully and unwaveringly even when it hurts, even when it is a test, she recognizes the value of intensity and gifts me with the sweetness of her body and the warmth of her mind. We are big advocates of  a lifestyle enriched by communication, reciprocity, dominance, submission and  above all love. So what does it mean to me? It means that I have been given the opportunity to love harder, to cherish, to respect, to teach, to guide and to grow into the man that June deserves.  Her submission is a key component in our developing not a good relationship....but a great one! 

We encourage each and every one  to discover what submission means to you and how it can further your relationship goals, bring you closer and awaken a passion that is uniquely and truly yours!

                                                            

         

Her POV:

Let's see if June can type through tears..... I am really just me. I don't try to be or do anything. I do respond to his Dominance. It's almost tangible. I spent most of my life feeling lost, adrift. I gave and was minimalized. My resources, my heart and soul were drained. I felt that I had nothing left to give, and certainly wouldn't be worth receiving, because it had no worth to anyone at full capacity. Here I was, hollow, depleted... I had given up.

Ward came into my life, and I was amazed that he wanted me. And I am amazed still. He sees me... he sees straight into my soul, and he loves me still. He looks at all that jumble in there and he shows me that I am worthy. He accepts my need to serve. He proclaims me beautiful in service. He allows me to feel his Dominance cover me like an umbrella on a storm-tossed day, or a blanket, warm, soft, comforting, and protective.
 
Again here, which came first, the chicken or the egg? I don't think it matters. It just matters that we feed each other, fulfill each other, consume each other and grow better and stronger, and more entwined with every interaction.

Bottoms up! (Presentation)

                                                        
  I know it's hardly a shocking topic on a spanking blog, but I'd like to talk about the female bottom for a few minutes and how something seemingly obvious can have a great if not so subtle impact in our DD/TTWD lives and our romantic imaginations.

    

                                                           

 Again, I suppose I won't win any awards for originality, and I probably won't shock anyone here, but to put it mildly, I've always had a "thing" for the female derriere.  The bare female bottom is one of nature's many works of art and in appreciating it's obvious beauty there is much to be gained and gleaned from it's care and treatment. The female derriere is round, soft, and perfectly suited for the tasks that it is designed for.  Sitting, standing, and even walking.   The glutes are a very strong and resilient muscle group that make life as we all know it possible and better.  Besides it's obvious utility, the bottom is a visual indicator of health, vitality, fertility and femininity. 

                                

 

More important than merely just being an object to be squeezed, swatted, belted, smacked, squeezed or caressed.  In baring and exposing the bottom for correction or discipline, squeezing and rubbing after vigorous attention, or just affectionately cupping and caressing it, we are expressing love, affection and gratitude to the wonderful person we call ours. Our expressions of gratitude speak to the unique bond that we create as couples.  These intimate expressions are obviously a two edged sword that requires many many layers of honing, maintenance, and dedication.  From the dominant side of things, witnessing this dedication, this devotion, this submission in an active display is a marvelous gift that can enhance DD/TTWD, and maximize the benefits that we gain from this important time that we share. 

                                                    


The presentation of a tantalizing tush to one's dominant half is I'm sure a trepidatious thing. The fact is, ladies, many of you have been flim-flammed, hoodwinked, hornswaggled, and/or bamboozled by the media. As a man I know that you may have body image issues.  Magazines bombard with false promises, television  and movies deride true femininity and confuse healthy masculine energy with aggression, immaturity, ignorance, and haplessness.  Presentation can mean wearing his  favorite pair of panties,  approaching him for an expression of his dominance,  voluntarily positioning yourself  in a way that highlights your submission and places you at his full exposure.  I realize these things can be humbling (not humiliating) and that as with anything worth doing, that this may well take some time and effort, but the presentation of the body in a warm, willing way that hungers for the energy of loving partner in honest and true effort to feed the relationship, and stoke the fires of strength/submission  and love.

                                                         

                                                                                    

Spanking just so happens to lend itself to all of the things discussed above. We know that there are of course the "spank-nos" out there and would understand their position, but even they can perhaps see more than a grain of worth in understanding personalized submission, dominance, and the gifts that they can bring to any healthy relationship. Bottom bared and presented for loving attention (discipline, correction, or even fun) can add a beautiful layer to even just the everyday things.  Meaningful glances exchanged in public, quite intimate conversations at the booth at your favorite restaurant... Sometimes the most beautiful gifts are the ones we have to slow down to fully appreciate! Intimacy, laughter, and a deep personal bond that goes beyond something physical is one of those things. We would have you  present each other with the gifts that go along with DD/TTWD, dominance, submission and love... we think you will find that it is well worth the time and effort!

                                                               

Her POV:

The very idea of presenting was something that embarrassed me to the core before Ward. I found something fearful and perhaps a little ....debasing in it.  As our relationship deepened, I found it less and less objectionable. And as we deepened further I found it to be a tangible symbol that I could give to him. When I kneel before him, chest down and bottom up, it says that I belong to him, that he can do anything he wishes to me because I trust him, that I surrender my fears and insecurities to him, that I surrender my heart, mind, body and soul to him.

I enjoy feeling soft and small and surrendered. When I place myself in that position before him it tells him all these truths without a word. Better than words, it speaks to him, I am yours and I am ready for whatever attentions you would choose to gift me. For me now, and in the context of my relationship with Ward, it is a beautiful physical representation of the reciprocity of our natures and commitment to each other.

What is Discipline?

In a post a while back Blue Bird asked what was discipline to us. I haven't forgotten, I promised  to expand on it in a future post. It just took some time to get here :)



We've outlined the kinds of spankings we employ, but I guess never really went into lots of depth about them. So I guess I need to describe how Ward administers each, a little. In the event that I have broken one of our rules Ward will administer a correction spanking. Correction is given hard and fast, with a greater level of intensity for longer periods of time. He will pause and lecture, so that I can hear what he is saying. He will tell me he is proud of me for taking my correction like a good girl. It is correction, but the message that it comes from a place of love is very clear. During the pauses he will rub my bottom in the pauses, but there will be no sexual touch. There will be no sexual intimacy immediately after, but we do cuddle and snuggle and talk to affirm forgiveness and the clean slate, and then sometimes nap. It is all emotional reconnection.





I don't think I have to tell anyone the purpose of a good girl/pleasure spanking. This is given slowly, luxuriously. Every spanking starts and ends with discipline, but in a GG, it's not quite as vigorous,  nor is it quite as long, and as soon as Daddy breaks out the Angel Maker, it's almost forgotten....okay, the owww, is almost forgotten. but not the message. I am his. I belong to him. My pain and my pleasure belong to him. Even in the vigorous part, Daddy talks sweetly, and say the things that make even the most intense of sensations bearable. There are lots of pauses, for rubs, sensual touch, intimate touch and other attentions (ahem).





Discipline, that's kind of our catch all. It generally means that one of us needs to feel my submission, or his Dominance, I'm toeing the line of breaking a rule and he is reigning me in before I cross it, one of us is stressed beyond belief, I'm premenstrual (okay, I hate to admit that, but hey, we're all being honest here), and again quite frankly, perhaps because one of us has a deeply visceral, primal need for intensity. I guess you could say that for us discipline is a no-reason-necessary balancer.






Discipline is much more intense than a good girl. It does not preclude the use of my GG toys, they will just be used much more vigorously. The stretches between touch are longer, but the touches are a definite and delicious claiming. There will be very sensual connections made during and after the spanking. Sometimes the spanking will be paused for love-making, and then resume. The entire message of this is that he owns me, and that I belong to him in every sense of the word.



Even though discipline for us might appear as severe as correction to some others, it is something that is necessary in our dynamic to allow me to be who I am, and allow him to be who he is, allow us both to blossom and grow in the depth of our devotion to one another. It is something that connects us at a very deep level.





 HIS POV: 

Discipline for us is a very nourishing and sensuous experience that puts an emphasis on my dominance, her submission and the unified dynamic that we share. At the heart of it all is love, regardless of when or why June is over my knee, love is the chiefest and greatest reason for spanking and the many motivations that we use it for.

Pleasure, correction, affirmation, nourishment and understanding are all worthy and excellent reasons to share spanking with the ones we love.  DD/TTWD, love, affection are all beautiful and vital to our process!

Our One Year Blogiversary! March 1

One whole year, good golly, Miss Molly! It's amazing to still be here after a year. I never thought I had so much to say. And I sure never thought it was anything worth hearing. I am so grateful to this community and to all the wonderful friends that we have made here. I am thankful for all the kind words and support when Ward was deployed. And the prayers while we wait out this career planning process. I'm grateful for the fellowship when I have hit spots in my submissive life where I felt like I was struggling.

Blogging has been an invaluable tool. There is never anything that we have gone through that we have not worked out together first. What we share here is only part of our story. But sometimes, even after things have been resolved between us, we come to a greater understanding of each other, ourselves and our relationship when we puzzle it out here. It gives us more ways to grow together.

We appreciate that everyone in the community is so generous in sharing their thoughts, feelings and struggles. It gives us talking points, and maybe helps us identify sticking points - me in my own submission, and Ward in understanding me. (I don't  think he really has many sticking points as an HoH. He is wise, strong and confident.... but perhaps it helps him as well).

We have a blurb on top of the comment field, it says "Thank you for being part of our chosen family".

We mean that the most sincere manner. When I see my sisters struggling, or dealing with grief, I wish the physical world was as close as this virtual one, and that I could open the door and just sit with you. When I see one of my sisters saying things so uncharacteristic of her, I long to bake a coffee cake and trudge over with it and a pot of tea. When one of my sisters, and sometimes our big brothers, share their wisdom, or something important they gleaned from their own journey, I sit enthralled and honored at the generosity and the beauty of spirit in our family.

From the bottom of my heart, I thank you all, for opening your hearts and your hands, for giving Ward and I a place at the table, a family that understands our journey, and some of the very best friends I have ever been privileged to know.

HIS POV: 

It has been a true pleasure getting to know each and every one of you. Thank you so much from the bottom of my heart for your support, prayers advice and inspiration to June whilst I was deployed. Blogging has opened my eyes, given me insight, and given me the tools to be a better father, husband, a better man for my family, and for that I again say thank you.

The sense of community, the need for a male voice, and the desire to offer genuine help, valuable ideas, and a friendly ear to listen has been nothing short of invaluable in  my motivation to gain a deeper understanding of DD/TTWD, be a better husband, and in general share a voice with those that would have ears to listen. Thank you all for being who you are and for giving us wonderful friends and family in the truest sense.  Thank you all again and we look forward to the year to come and sharing more with you all!

Effort and Follow-Through, Actions and Words

                                     

                                                                     

Effort isn't exactly the largest word in the English lexicon... but I'd be willing to wager that it has one of the largest potential impacts of any word in any language.  When we get down to it, effort is the catalyst to achievement, the key to change, and the facilitator of open, honest communication.  The true value of effort lies not only in seeing it from your partner and the confidence and  reciprocity that it inspires, but also the honest, whole-hearted effort that you bring to the table  yourself.  There are many things that are easy:  Falling off a log, making slow sweet love on a Saturday morning,  holding hands and talking while it rains on your roof, yes these things are all easy, but sometimes effort isn't.

Being there for your partner can mean listening when you are tired, showing up when perhaps you'd rather be doing something else, saying you understand when maybe you don't and especially taking that extra minute to give them some time to be themselves... Sometimes I have to set up a "mommy time" intervention for June.  June is a fantastic housekeeper and a hard worker and I will defiantly admit that our boys definitely keep her on her toes.  I'll be honest I'm really not much different than anyone else, I have my own interests, and sometimes at the end of a long day, I'm not much for talking, sharing, or being loquacious... but I see the positive effect that  my effort has on my family, my home and my relationship. 


                                      



It stands to reason that along with effort, honesty and action also make up important parts of a DD/TTWD relationship.  It's easy to say something. make conditions,  promises, consequences.  It's true what they say though, there is a time for words and there is a time for actions and then again I also say that talk is cheap.




                                                 

Following through can be a true test for both parties... I realize for my words to carry the proper weight in my home, I must be committed not only to be the best man I can be for my woman, and my children, but to further illustrate the importance of commitment, honor, dependability and to go back a bit...effort. June really is a good girl and in truth does not often warrant or require correction.  It is still easy to see the value of  being a gentleman or lady of one's word... even and especially when it isn't easy or fun or life isn't convenient.  That dedication, that solid foundation can in fact be a source of comfort during times of stress, a source of surety and a demonstration of love that speaks much louder than words ever could.



                                       


One of the beautiful things about DD/TTWD is that we learn very quickly that indeed there is no one perfect and that indeed we require grace, patience and hearts that yearn for growth and affirmation through the consistent application of patience, effort and follow through.  It would be easy to do less, but at what cost? Take the time to communicate. Apply effort and understand that indeed actions speak volumes more than any amount of words.  Sometimes following through will test you, there is no getting around that, sometimes giving your partner what they need, when they need it will hurt....but in so doing, you elevate your relationship to a new level where the air is clear and our bond solidifies into a unshakable foundation.


                                            

Her POV:

Daddy gives me his every effort. He shows up every single day. He makes time for our family, I love to watch him roll around on the floor with the boys, or pick them up and carry them around over his head like a sack o'taters, lol (I did tell you Daddy is a BIG man, right?). I love to watch him sit down with the boys over homework, while I make dinner, and watch his love and patience carry them through difficult assignments.

Daddy has a hard job. He sees some of the ugliest of behavior. And he has to treat the perpetrators with a kindness they have not shown to others. This wears on him, deeply. I can hear it in his voice some days when he calls because he just needs to hear my voice, to touch some piece of home and comfort to get him through a day. Some days, he walks through the door and his eyes are haunted. When we see man's inhumanity to man we can't unsee, or unhear, or unimagine, and it could easily strip our own humanity.

But he comes in to his family, and he shows up. It's a struggle sometimes. But you can see him, stripping layer by layer of his turmoil. Sometimes it's classified, he can't even get the balm of my assurance. All I can do is tell him that I see it, and wrap my arms around him and make home his refuge.

How easy in the sight of this for him to shut down? How easy to check out? How much easier to nurture his own wounds and walk away, than to see the struggling child, or to see his stressed out wife? But he shows up. He sees us. He shucks the world and assumes the responsibility of this family. There are the times then that I offer myself to him, for his stress relief. And there are others when I am struggling, those are the hard ones, those are the ones where he has to be bigger, and stronger and more. How easy to check out? He never does. He takes us in his hands and he leads. He gives us every single thing that each of us needs. He never, ever cheats us, shortchanges us. And in so doing, he makes us unbreakable indeed.

I love you, my Darling, my greatest joy, and one of my three greatest blessings.

E-rotica Post #001

          

                                                 





Hello folks, Ward here.  I am introducing a new series of DD/TTWD erotic writings, adventures and stories that will be found exclusively here on our blog.  These writings are 100% original,  and have an emphasis on romance, dominance, submission and the space that lies between a Man and his Lady.  I hope you enjoy reading these as much as I enjoyed writing them.  Who knows? This may just become a regular feature around here! So come on in, take off your shoes, and pop open that bottle of wine.

                    


 The candles flicker and dance to cast  long shadows on the bedroom wall and fill the room with warmth in stark contrast to the cold, beading drops of rain pattering against the window.  Contrast shared by silk and leather, chain and lace, she waits bound hand and foot and blind to all but the dominance she craves. As I walk in the air goes out and the shared gasp we form is eclipsed only by her soft, sweet femininity.  "Good Girl"  I whisper it softly and take a hand full of hair. I bring her lips to mine and kiss her forehead before kissing her lips again and letting my lips dance from her mouth to that special place where her neck and shoulder meet.  She writhes and murmurs beneath my lips, waiting, anticipating wanting... "No little one, I will take my time, I will savor this moment, and the moments to follow. In you I will celebrate beauty and give voice to the passions you provoke... Up!"  One word. A simple command. She obeys. She blossoms under my hand and presents her mind, her body for attention and enrichment.

 She reaches for me, instinctively knowing my position in the room despite the veil over her eyes. I scold her softly and remind her to keep her position. She murmurs obedience as I begin to undress. I remove my hat, shirt and shoes and stop to savor her position, to appreciate it, to relish in her obedience and take this most beautiful gift to my center.  I cup each of her breasts and enjoy the fullness of them in my hand. My fingers gently roll her nipples between them. As they harden, her soft gasps are music to my ears and tonic to my thoughts and dreams.  Fingers and toes grip the sheets as tease her clit with deft finger and pleasurable intent. Sensation rocks her body and she fights it...She fights that urge to break her position... she struggles but she finds her submission again and clings to it.   I tell her how beautiful she is, how she makes my heart swell and my mind swim with the love and passion that she brings me not just in the now when it is easy, but even when things are hard, or when I am at my worst she loves me... she presents to me, she brings me peace she is my everything.

I slide my belt through the loops giving her that belt-whoosh sound that she loves so much.  I crack the belt in my hands and tell her my desires, my expectations that she will take these blows like a good girl, even when it gets intense, I tell her how proud I am of her for taking this bravely.  She affirms this, affirms me with a quiet whisper and when the belt cuts the air and  licks her soft, plush bottom, she keeps still, concentrates and breathes out softly. The strap rises and falls, leaving a beautiful lattice of red stripes that speak to the heat of the moment and our dedication in role.  Just when she thinks she can take no more, loving hands rub and massage.... She moans low and soft, she loves the combination of the searing heat and the loving softness that brings her back to me.  She floats in her submission leaving behind the stress that school, the kids, the bills and life brings.  I fight back my own desire knowing she needs more still.  She's beyond intensity now, she floats on a sea of tranquil head space and deep submission.  She floats on, yet her body responds to the call of mine and the air around us is perfumed with the heady scent of true love.

The strap now, the "yummy" one as she calls it. I flick my wrist and stripe her bottom with it.  Over and over my arm rises and falls and in response she raises her bottom and spreads her legs to receive sensation and welcome pleasure. The strap away I use my hand now... cupping and squeezing her hot bottom, I spank on and add the welcome sensation of sliding a finger against her clit, faintly at times and twisting between my finger and thumb at others, I have her at my mercy.  The familiar sting of the brush jolts her out of her revelry, but remind her that she is mine and that I am hers, nearly finished the spanking continues as three fingers slide inside her and open her for me. Pussy pulsing, cock hardening, wall shaking, I slide into her filling her with pleasure and light. Making love we reach the stars and in sweet embrace we find who we really are. More than just a feeling, more than just each other, we find ourselves. Her bonds now removed, she receives the light and relishes the moment, tasting it with hungry lips and ravenous heart. I growl mine in hear ear, and  she blushes when I tell her to "let this be a lesson to you, young lady." She says, "Yes sir," and pulls me into her arms, tight and strong. She clings to me and I to her. We tether each other in a world adrift and anchor ourselves to our own world. I am her king and she is my queen and that is how it should be. Every day we renew the vigilance to our love. She whispers in my ear. Words meant only for man and wife. I smile as I blush and whisper in her ear the things a wife needs to hear from her husband. These precious hours, this precious life.. this precious woman..  I drift to sleep, yet inside her still coupled and complete, warm and strong, sweet and powerful this love has no comparison