Boy this has been an interesting week. Phheeeew.
First, I had a new book come out (you can read about that over at my writing blog, or read a sample in the side bar here.) It's been sorta crazy, because I've had a major back log of books I've been writing for years, so now that I'm getting them published, there hasn't been a lot of time in between releases. And no matter what, it's just a nerve wracking experience. I'm getting better at handling it, and when the summer is over, things will for sure settle down. But that was only one of the things going on this week.
On top of that? I had some health issues that I've been dealing with, and things are better but tricky, and I haven't been able to hit the track very much. Things are looking up there, though.
Add to that a week of overnight guests staying with us, and even though this highly introverted girl puts on a brave front, it sets me on edge to have guests over. I've been taking as much downtime as I can.
And today? We're hosting a party. I may have mentioned my feelings about having parties once or a dozen times. I'm not a fan. I'll smile and enjoy everyone over here while it lasts, and then I'll crash in my room to recharge for hours. I think the older I get, the more introverted I get. Thankfully, Jason understands this and my work enables me to really get a lot of downtime. My kids are older, all just about school age now, and my older teens are tremendous helpers. They know mama needs to be alone sometimes, so I can get myself together and not bite anyone's head off. So, I really can't complain.
And Jason is on it.
He's been very aware of the perfect storm of crazymaking items on my plate this week, and though he couldn't really remove any of that stress, he did help me manage it. How? By taking time off from work, making sure my needs were met, and keeping me on one helluva short leash.
Last night, I woke up in the middle of the night to check my phone. I'm not allowed to check my phone in the middle of the night, and I've gotten spanked for it. But I had what I thought was a very good reason, one that he usually allows as an exception to the rule. So, I verry quietly picked up my phone, not making a sound. No need to disturb the man, right?
"You checking your phone?" he growls from the other side of the bed.
I give him my very best quick answer and reasoning. He pauses. The voice drops, and he simply says, "No phone. Put it down."
Of course I did what the man said. But when he gives me a stern order, my heart does a bit of a flutter. Yes, there's fear involved. I mean, we're talking about my Dominant, who will not even think twice about taking me across his lap for a sound spanking if I'm disrespectful or disobedient. We've been at this long enough that it's intuitive for him, and for me. He tells me what to do, and I do it, and if I don't, I suffer the consequences. That's just how we roll.
The heart-fluttering thing is an interesting thing though, isn't it?
This week, someone happened by my blog and read a post in my "Craving Discipline" series, and he gave his very decided opinion on why I was wrong about disciplinary spanking being erotic. As this was not a private discussion but a public comment, I'd like to quote part of the comment here, but you can read it in full on the "erotic appeal" post.