Sunday, October 6, 2019

A good, hard re-set.

It’s been a really long time since I’ve been punished. 

If I’m really honest? It’s been a really long time since I’ve even really been in a good submissive place. 

This fall hit us like a freight train. We’ve got several kids in various schools, our kids are at very different stages of life, we have a puppy, and Jason’s mom has been sick. To put it simply, the demands of others have completely drained me and Jason. 

We’re doing well, as far as our relationship goes. We’ve built communication into our relationship and systems to make things go. We talk things out, and as I said to him recently, “We make a really good team.” But at the end of the day, we’re only human. All energy—mental and physical and the like—is finite. And when you collapse into bed at the end of the day, there’s rarely anything “extra” left. 

I’m traveling a lot alone this fall, and when I travel without Jason I get into a dominant head space. I’m running my home and running my business, and every single day I get up, I tackle the day head-on. In my last post, I explained about internal and external motivations, and I now understand that I’m an Upholder—someone who is driven to meet both external and internal motivations. So I do what needs to be done…but self-care often wanes. 

And I do believe that advocating for ourselves in our dynamics is a form of self-care. 

I think that bears repeating, you guys. Advocating for ourselves in our dynamics is a form of self-care. 

No dominant is a mind reader, so even those with years of experience sometimes find themselves flailing. ::raises hand:: It’s been seven years of full-time D/s here, and we still get there sometimes. 

Sometimes, he gets busy and doesn’t meet my needs. Sometimes, I need attention and seek it in immature ways. Sometimes, I still question after seven years, hundreds of conversations, and even more sessions over my man’s knee, if he still wants this. 

Because over those seven years, I’ve seen the growth and fluctuation in our dynamic. Relationships aren’t static, and the needs of a D/s couple are no different. As children come into our homes, they grow, they move out, they need us, our jobs change, we move, our parents need us, and the list goes on… the needs of a Dominant and submissive shift. This is one of many reasons communication is necessary. What worked in 2017 won’t work anymore, because we aren’t the same people we were then. 

So I can’t help but wonder…will there come a time when we move away from needing this? But my personal philosophy, one I try very hard to do literally every day, is to be grateful for today. To give thanks for this moment, this stage of my life, the blessings that are in front of me. To not worry about tomorrow, for we never know what tomorrow will bring. 

That said, I was so deep into my dominant head space and so far from submission, when Jason asked me to kneel a few times for check-in, my entire being resisted. It seemed like a waste of time. 

I suppose that should’ve been a red flag, but I was too busy and too tired to care. 

We get along well, so outwardly, there seemed to be no indication that anything was off. We weren’t fighting. We still laughed, we still kissed, we still snuggled and made time for each other, but it was minimal, and the power exchange was nearly forgotten. 

About a week or two ago, something felt off. I don’t know what triggered it, but Jason was sitting on the couch across from me, and I went over to him. I laid my head in his lap and called him “Daddy.” And it made me cry a little, because I needed that. 

“That’s all I needed,” I told myself. But it wasn’t. It was really only a taste of what I needed. 

Then finally, yesterday, Jason and I ended up in bed on time, all kids settled in for the night, preparations for the next day in full swing… and I curled up on his chest and really talked. About all the things weighing on my mind that I needed to talk to him about. And then I made a confession. 

I’ve broken rules. Oh so many damn rules. Honestly? Probably about 75% of them. 

“Really,” he said, in that Dom voice most submissives will know. The warning voice. 

“It wasn’t on purpose,” I told him. “It was accidental at first, and we’ve had no time to really talk about it. But as time went on, it got easier and easier to do. I have no energy left to resist breaking them. And to be honest? It didn’t seem like you cared anymore, so I didn’t see why I should.”

I wasn’t angry and neither was he. It was just a bald confession. One that had to happen. 

So he went point by point through the rules, and asked if I’d broken any of them. 

And one at a time, I had to tell him yes. 

There was hardly a rule I haven’t broken. 

Fellow subs will likely be cringing by now. 

But even after I told him? I sort of expected he’d say, “Okay, so go to bed and do better in the morning.” 

Because we were really far gone, you guys. He hadn’t so much as slapped my ass to warn me in like weeks. We did check-in’s sometimes, but they were just rote. They didn’t delve deep enough. We were still technically in our roles… but barely. 

So I rolled over to get some rest. And then I got a little curious. “So…am I in trouble?” 

In past years, I’d have wanted that answer to be yes. But I honestly didn’t even care. 

Like I said, I was pretty far gone. In some distant part of my mind, I knew I needed to be punished, but I didn’t want to have to actually exert the effort to do it. I was so tired. So damn tired. 

“Of course you’re in trouble,” he said. “It’s time we got back to where we need to be. This is what’s going to happen. I’m going to spank you, so we can put this behind us. Then tomorrow, we’ll check in, and when I get home from work, you’ll tell me exactly what you did and if you’ve broken my rules.” 


Damn. At that point, I knew I was getting punished and I knew it would be bad. I haven’t been spanked much at all lately, so I also knew I’d probably wimp out. But I also knew at this point, if he was committed, it was time to get back on track. 

He got out of bed and got the stupid rubber paddle-like eraser, and ordered me over his knee. I braced because I knew it was going to be intense. 

And no lie, you guys, that was probably the hardest spanking I’ve gotten all year. Maybe even longer. Memory fades. But I certainly haven’t been punished like that in a very, very long time. There was no warm-up. He went right to it. And he spanked so hard and so long, I wanted to climb out of my skin. 

I was crying about a third of the way through it. Squirming and promising to do better. Begging him to stop. He didn’t. After I thought I was going to die, he stopped. “That was for breaking the first rule.” 

Oh, lawdy, I thought it would never end. He spanked me until I was freely crying. I accepted it because there was no other choice, I couldn’t get away from it, and because he’s my Dom. He was calm as he lectured me, and reminded me of why we have our rules, what he expects, and why I was being punished. 

And then he was done. I cried into the bed and he held me. I don’t remember what he said, but it was something to the effect, “And now we start over. That’s all wiped away. You’re forgiven.” And he talked to me about his part in this, and how he’ll avoid letting us get down that path again. 

For like anything, when small steps can help us make progress over time, small steps away from our goals can do the opposite. But thankfully, we have a reset button. I’m sore but happy. Relieved, even. Today we start over, and we learn a little each time. And when our dynamic is challenged, we work it through, and we end up back on the same page in the end, we grow. 

When it was all over, Jason held me. “We both needed that,” he said. And he was right. We did. 


  1. "I was crying about a third of the way through it. Squirming and promising to do better. Begging him to stop. He didn’t. After I thought I was going to die, he stopped. “That was for breaking the first rule.” I just about fell out my chair laughing at that line, though I know in the moment it was NOT funny.

    I understand very well the dynamic in which (a) you haven't been spanked or controlled in a while; (b) you start to misbehave and slack off; (c) the world doesn't fall down as a result of your misbehavior and slacking, and you see your friends doing the same things and they don't get spanked or be forced to behave better; (d) so, you start wondering whether you need this dynamic at all; but (e) inside the tension and disappointment in yourself keeps escalating, until you either commit some really epic fail that gets your spouse's attention in a way that proves to be very bad for your bottom, or you finally sense yourself spiraling out of control, admit to yourself that YES you really do need this and end up asking for the spanking and boundaries you know you need. Then, you almost instantly regret opening up about your needs when the prospect of how much a spanking on an unspanked-in-recent-memory ass is going to hurt really sinks in!

    Been there, done that! I'm glad for you that you got back on track.

  2. You are an amazing writer. I too loved the line "after I thought I would die.....that was for breaking the first rule." I appreciate your blog, see myself in your thought processes,and long for such a relationship. My husband is a roommate, not a lover or a leader, and is perfectly happy there. It makes me very sad. I cheer for you, wish the best for you and your family, and appreciate that you share the honesty and vulnerability. Thank you!

  3. Thanks for writing thisYou've really put your finger on something that's been going on in our F/m relationship that has created the need for a reset of the sort you describe. The particular things that have really distracted us are different from yours, but the effect has been the same--I've broken or ignored all of my rules and haven't been held accountable for it, I haven't given Miss an orgasm in months, and Miss hasn't been paying much attention to any of this. I just discovered your blog and it to be very helpful in verbalizing a lot of things I've been trying to put my finger on. Nice work.

  4. Jgirl:

    It's LOL day. We miss you!



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