Mid-week, quick check-in here! I'm sure you all can relate to how busy this time of year is. I couldn't seem to make my way over here this past weekend. It was super busy, because Maisy and I launched another book and there's so much work that goes into that, and I have another book coming (last of the year) this Friday. Phew! (P.S. If you are looking to jump into the Boston Doms series, the first book is on sale for only $1 through the end of today!).
On top of that, I have a commitment here this week and last that has me out of the house for hours at a time, with no help for it. Crazy, crazy. Jason is on top of things, has been helping me out, and I've taken some steps to make everything easier. Thank you, online shopping, for helping me check shopping off my list! My oldest daughter loves gift wrapping (I do not) so she's been happily wrapping away for me and it's starting to look like Santa's workshop here. Time to get baking this weekend! It's been a really nice holiday season thus far.
It seems like this time of year I always get spanked, and I don't mean in the good way. Jason and I used to always fight before a big holiday, but now we have systems in place to help prevent me from going off the rails. It really helps. But last week, I was seriously on edge and exhausted. I snapped at my family, snapped at Jason, and finally, being the good Daddy that he is, Jason hauled me over his knee and spanked the brat out of me. I needed it. I was practically begging for it (but too far gone to actually be mature enough to ask for it!)
I was a little down on myself about it, because while over his knee, I kicked my feet and screamed, "I hate that stupid thing!" about the rod he uses to spank me. I really really do hate it, and I was in total brat mode, but he didn't yell or get angry. I was not exactly in "Sub accepts spanking mode." I was pretty pissy and irritable. He just very calmly, very deliberately, without getting upset, continued to spank me until the brat in me was completely tamed, and I've been able to keep myself under control ever since. It happens. It just does. I was upset because I hate when I act that way, but when chatting with a D/s friend of mine, she said something like, "You know, it's really great that you feel free to be that way," and she pointed out that it's a testament to the honesty in a dynamic. That made me feel so much better. She's right. Being able to kick my legs and tell him I hate an implement is because I feel free to be honest, and not try to be perfect. I do try, so hard, but he knows I don't always meet the mark.
This week has been so much better than last week, though it's still busy. I'm checking in with Jason twice a day, getting daily maintenace and even sometimes nightly maintenance, and though it's crazy busy, I haven't been in trouble. It helps knowing he's there to help me to keep the edge off.
When I was talking to Jason the other day about what was on my wishlist, I asked him to pass the message onto Santa. He said, "Honey, I am Santa." For some reason, that tickled me and I keep giggling about it ever since. Let's hope I can stay on the nice list and avoid being taken across Santa's knee. ;)