I am sorry not to have a little something for you earlier in the day, dear readers. In fact, I did write something for you first thing this morning. I sent it off for approval bright and early, before I left for the day. However, when I dashed home mid afternoon to check my 'in box', I found that my piece had been “declined”. There was no explanation.
So, dear readers, let us not be deterred. Let’s try something that requires no approval at all:
My husband had worked long into the night, and being a very good wife, early this morning, I quietly tip toed out of bed, and helped my son to prepare for school. Upon returning home, I wrote the aforementioned post for you; the one you won’t see because of the lack of approval. I was in my sweatpants and such, as one does when running late to get one’s child to school. I decided to wait until my husband surfaced for the day before I disturbed him to take a shower and change.
I was sitting at my desk, when he arrived into the room all chipper and dressed for the day.
“What do you think you are doing, girl?”
“You were asleep.”
“What do we do on this day?”
“Well, do you still want to go?”
“Of course, I still want to go. How long will it take you to get ready?”
“Maybe, ten minutes...
“Off you go, then. And, don’t waste a moment.”
So, off I went to have a shower and dress. I was as quick as I could be, maybe a little more than ten minutes. He came into the bedroom when I was all set to go.
“Ready?”
“Yes, I am ready.”
“Well, you need some encouragement to be ready sooner; a reminder that I don’t have time to wait around for you.”
He went to his cupboard and took out a cane
“Bend over the chair. Come on, quickly! You know what to do. Bring your bottom out further. And, arch that back!”
I complied with all instructions, of course. He brought the cane down three times, and by the time he was finished I was taking quick breaths to try to settle myself. It was not that the three strokes had been that awful (although sitting is not comfortable at all this afternoon). It was the fact that another circumstance could find me waiting for another 22. How would I ever get through it? And, when would I ever sit down again?”
“All right, stand up.”
I stood up and turned around.
“Let that be a lesson to you. When I tell you to hurry, you will hurry.”
“Yes Sir”
“Right. Let’s go.”
And, that my friends, is akin to the short movie you might get before watching ‘War and Peace.’ Think about that and tell me you don’t feel for me!
Tuesday, March 31, 2009
Monday, March 30, 2009
Words
Words can be tricky. I know what I want to say, but did the way I say it impart the right message to you?
I once heard an author speak at school. The children were studying his book in their English course and the students had various interesting and intelligent theories about his motivations and intentions. He listened carefully. He seemed impressed. Finally, he responded:
“That’s a very interesting point you made; most profound. I was not thinking it when I wrote that chapter, but I wish I had been.”
Am I able to impart to each of you, what is inside my head? Well, apparently not all the time. A certain mister somebody read my blog over the weekend. He was catching up and he read a good number of posts; posts I had already forgotten about, until he brought it up. He wanted to know this and that. He seemed concerned that I might be thinking this or that. He interpreted my examples as coming from my own life experiences. I had to go back and re-read certain posts, trying to ascertain where he had come up with certain ideas. Finally, I managed to piece together comments I had made that might have led him to think this and that.
Now, originally, I thought it might be a good idea to let certain people, close to me, know about my little blog here. It was another form of communication. Oatmeal Girl did not avail herself of that opportunity to share with her men, and now I think I know why. It is because, words are tricky, and certain mister someones think they have to fix things, even when they are not broken.
So let’s be clear. Not every example I write here, and not every theory I espouse here, relates to me and my life. Nobody needs to worry if I am worried that my breasts giggle up and down when I prance. Because, I don’t; prance, that is. Okay? And, Mr. Someone, when you do eventually read this post, your job is to laugh. It’s a joke! Okay!?
Furthermore, I am not doing anything about rectifying the behaviour in the ‘bad girl 25 things list.’ Yes. That’s right. I am disobeying you. I am not telling my instructor that I owe her 10 step ups on each leg. Do you have any idea what she would do to me? You do care about me, right?
However, if it makes you feel better, I did give away my mint this morning. Now, are you happy?
Some men!!
(P.S. A reminder: This is a joke! You can't punish jokes! Can you?)
I once heard an author speak at school. The children were studying his book in their English course and the students had various interesting and intelligent theories about his motivations and intentions. He listened carefully. He seemed impressed. Finally, he responded:
“That’s a very interesting point you made; most profound. I was not thinking it when I wrote that chapter, but I wish I had been.”
Am I able to impart to each of you, what is inside my head? Well, apparently not all the time. A certain mister somebody read my blog over the weekend. He was catching up and he read a good number of posts; posts I had already forgotten about, until he brought it up. He wanted to know this and that. He seemed concerned that I might be thinking this or that. He interpreted my examples as coming from my own life experiences. I had to go back and re-read certain posts, trying to ascertain where he had come up with certain ideas. Finally, I managed to piece together comments I had made that might have led him to think this and that.
Now, originally, I thought it might be a good idea to let certain people, close to me, know about my little blog here. It was another form of communication. Oatmeal Girl did not avail herself of that opportunity to share with her men, and now I think I know why. It is because, words are tricky, and certain mister someones think they have to fix things, even when they are not broken.
So let’s be clear. Not every example I write here, and not every theory I espouse here, relates to me and my life. Nobody needs to worry if I am worried that my breasts giggle up and down when I prance. Because, I don’t; prance, that is. Okay? And, Mr. Someone, when you do eventually read this post, your job is to laugh. It’s a joke! Okay!?
Furthermore, I am not doing anything about rectifying the behaviour in the ‘bad girl 25 things list.’ Yes. That’s right. I am disobeying you. I am not telling my instructor that I owe her 10 step ups on each leg. Do you have any idea what she would do to me? You do care about me, right?
However, if it makes you feel better, I did give away my mint this morning. Now, are you happy?
Some men!!
(P.S. A reminder: This is a joke! You can't punish jokes! Can you?)
Sunday, March 29, 2009
55 words
Sir J:
As requested:
"I need love.
You need correction.
I do not want correction.
You crave correction.
I crave affection. And, attention.
You crave correction.
Correction hurts.
Bad girls must be corrected; nevertheless.
Not a bad girl!
Not a good girl!
Want to be a good girl!
Then, bend over and I will whip you.
Okay.
Good girl."
As requested:
"I need love.
You need correction.
I do not want correction.
You crave correction.
I crave affection. And, attention.
You crave correction.
Correction hurts.
Bad girls must be corrected; nevertheless.
Not a bad girl!
Not a good girl!
Want to be a good girl!
Then, bend over and I will whip you.
Okay.
Good girl."
Big Girls
It’s time to call a spade, a spade. I’ve been pretty itchy, scratchy lately. I could go into all the meanderings of my mind, but it can get a little foggy in there sometimes. Instead, I’ve come to talk to you.
And, here’s the thing. I am fit now; physically fit, that is. I never thought I would say this, but I am fit. I’ve got a lot of energy to use up and I am having trouble. All those leg ups, all those sprints, all those abdominal crunches, and pounding that bar above my head has paid off, and I’m fit.
That should be good news. Right? Well, it is good for my body, but it is maybe not so good for my poor husband and kinky friends placed around the world, who have been dealing with my overactive mind lately. And, it isn’t that you chaps weren’t fantastic listeners, because you are the best listeners a girl could find.
But, a girl has to accept the reality of her situation. I have a lot of energy and I need to set myself some projects and dissipate some of this excess energy. That’s the bottom line. I need to do.
“I think I’ll go and write a post,” I said to my husband just now, trying to catch a few extra winks on a Sunday morning.
“That’s a good idea,” he said. “You go post.”
I could just tell he was happy to be rid of me. A girl with excess energy can be rather inconvenient sometimes, it seems.
So, I’ve made a list of things I can achieve; things to do that will keep me busy and hopefully fulfil me.
“Thank God”, I hear you lovely chaps saying.
Yes, thank something. Indeed.
So, I’m back to being chirpy. No more introspection; for now. (Are you proud of me, Clemmi?) I am firmly planted in the land of projects.
I am woman. See me create.
You see, I love my little submissive world. It is so cosy; warm and delicious. It is lovely being a good, little girl. It’s heaven.
But, who am I kidding? I am really a big girl now. The age on my birth certificate is evidence that I reached maturity some time ago.
So, I can’t hang around waiting for others to make me do things. I have to make myself peddle my own bike faster when they are too busy to hang around me, holding the stopwatch. If I don’t do it right, I think I can rely on them to call in.
So, I’m off. I’m peddling fast. I can feel the wind at my face. It’s invigorating. I think I like this...
And, here’s the thing. I am fit now; physically fit, that is. I never thought I would say this, but I am fit. I’ve got a lot of energy to use up and I am having trouble. All those leg ups, all those sprints, all those abdominal crunches, and pounding that bar above my head has paid off, and I’m fit.
That should be good news. Right? Well, it is good for my body, but it is maybe not so good for my poor husband and kinky friends placed around the world, who have been dealing with my overactive mind lately. And, it isn’t that you chaps weren’t fantastic listeners, because you are the best listeners a girl could find.
But, a girl has to accept the reality of her situation. I have a lot of energy and I need to set myself some projects and dissipate some of this excess energy. That’s the bottom line. I need to do.
“I think I’ll go and write a post,” I said to my husband just now, trying to catch a few extra winks on a Sunday morning.
“That’s a good idea,” he said. “You go post.”
I could just tell he was happy to be rid of me. A girl with excess energy can be rather inconvenient sometimes, it seems.
So, I’ve made a list of things I can achieve; things to do that will keep me busy and hopefully fulfil me.
“Thank God”, I hear you lovely chaps saying.
Yes, thank something. Indeed.
So, I’m back to being chirpy. No more introspection; for now. (Are you proud of me, Clemmi?) I am firmly planted in the land of projects.
I am woman. See me create.
You see, I love my little submissive world. It is so cosy; warm and delicious. It is lovely being a good, little girl. It’s heaven.
But, who am I kidding? I am really a big girl now. The age on my birth certificate is evidence that I reached maturity some time ago.
So, I can’t hang around waiting for others to make me do things. I have to make myself peddle my own bike faster when they are too busy to hang around me, holding the stopwatch. If I don’t do it right, I think I can rely on them to call in.
So, I’m off. I’m peddling fast. I can feel the wind at my face. It’s invigorating. I think I like this...
Saturday, March 28, 2009
Light the Way
My children have their different strengths and interests, and my husband and I have been avid and willing spectators. We’ve watched many games of sports with various balls, and we’ve watched them row down rivers. We have seen them dance and sing and act; play instruments. It’s been a lot of fun.
There are special moments. Moments you never forget. Moments that come back to you and make you smile, over and over again.
Here is one example. He was part of a crew, and they had been asked for a mighty big effort all season. It got to the big final day and their coach gave them one of his big time speeches. You know; he hoped they’d win; he thought they would win, but there was the possibility that they might get beaten. There was some very stiff competition and there was that chance. So, he wanted them to know now that, in his eyes, they were winners no matter what. They were a fine set of young men and he was deeply and passionately proud of them.
To watch the boys give their minds and hearts to the task in front of them was an awesome experience. Rowed through twice, they refused to be beaten. One boy told me later that my son and his best friend, through their utter exhaustion had called out,
“Come oooonnnnn!! Let’s fuck these losers!!!!”
Adrenaline carried them all the way to the line to beat the record and win victory for their team, their coach, their school.
My heart was in my stomach the whole race. There were thousands of people urging them on, a sea of spectators riding every last stroke with them, and when they went over the line, victorious, the celebration was so sweet.
But, like me, he’s quiet and contained and reserved about his successes. Sure, he was happy but in an introspective way. They had to row past us to get home again, and in their own divine way, they did it with aplomb; perfectly, just as they had been trained. I wished they would take in the moment a little more; cherish it, take in all the praise they deserved. They were right in front of us all, about to row past, and suddenly, as one, they changed their minds. They stopped rowing and sat there in their boat and just listened to us whooping it up and going wild.
Still, my boy didn’t look up, hiding under his cap. And then, for one brief, shining moment, he did. He raised his head a little to one side, to look through his eyebrows at the adoring crowd. And, he smiled. And, I smiled that he had smiled.
And, it is a moment I will never, ever forget. I could not possibly have been more proud or more happy for him. I felt exultant. My spirits had soared to a higher place.
If you do it right, a D/s relationship can make your spirits soar. You can be risen up, for a moment here or there, where you believe you can walk on water. You believe in yourself because someone believes in you.
One little moment at a time, you can change somebody’s day, somebody’s outlook, and somebody’s life.
Out there in the vanilla world I think many people think that domination and submission is about something dark. My premise here is that domination and submission can light the way.
There are special moments. Moments you never forget. Moments that come back to you and make you smile, over and over again.
Here is one example. He was part of a crew, and they had been asked for a mighty big effort all season. It got to the big final day and their coach gave them one of his big time speeches. You know; he hoped they’d win; he thought they would win, but there was the possibility that they might get beaten. There was some very stiff competition and there was that chance. So, he wanted them to know now that, in his eyes, they were winners no matter what. They were a fine set of young men and he was deeply and passionately proud of them.
To watch the boys give their minds and hearts to the task in front of them was an awesome experience. Rowed through twice, they refused to be beaten. One boy told me later that my son and his best friend, through their utter exhaustion had called out,
“Come oooonnnnn!! Let’s fuck these losers!!!!”
Adrenaline carried them all the way to the line to beat the record and win victory for their team, their coach, their school.
My heart was in my stomach the whole race. There were thousands of people urging them on, a sea of spectators riding every last stroke with them, and when they went over the line, victorious, the celebration was so sweet.
But, like me, he’s quiet and contained and reserved about his successes. Sure, he was happy but in an introspective way. They had to row past us to get home again, and in their own divine way, they did it with aplomb; perfectly, just as they had been trained. I wished they would take in the moment a little more; cherish it, take in all the praise they deserved. They were right in front of us all, about to row past, and suddenly, as one, they changed their minds. They stopped rowing and sat there in their boat and just listened to us whooping it up and going wild.
Still, my boy didn’t look up, hiding under his cap. And then, for one brief, shining moment, he did. He raised his head a little to one side, to look through his eyebrows at the adoring crowd. And, he smiled. And, I smiled that he had smiled.
And, it is a moment I will never, ever forget. I could not possibly have been more proud or more happy for him. I felt exultant. My spirits had soared to a higher place.
If you do it right, a D/s relationship can make your spirits soar. You can be risen up, for a moment here or there, where you believe you can walk on water. You believe in yourself because someone believes in you.
One little moment at a time, you can change somebody’s day, somebody’s outlook, and somebody’s life.
Out there in the vanilla world I think many people think that domination and submission is about something dark. My premise here is that domination and submission can light the way.
Friday, March 27, 2009
Enjoying Submission
My last two posts have been about a correction. And, it worked. I certainly won’t be cheeky enough to relay conversations between my friend and I in this format again, without his permission.
But, let me not lead you astray. I loved every minute of it. It was a delightful, delicious, heady high.
Submission does, and should, have its challenging moments. But, overall there should be, I believe, an embracing and positive spirit. It should not bring you down. It should raise you up. If you feel lucky to be in the relationship, then you know you are on the right bus.
One of the characteristics I love most about my children is their ability to laugh so easily; to see the quirky side of things and to enjoy themselves. Watch a child smile and you will smile, too. It is infectious.
Life is for living. Enjoy your submission. And, if that is breaking some D/s code, well, so be it.
But, let me not lead you astray. I loved every minute of it. It was a delightful, delicious, heady high.
Submission does, and should, have its challenging moments. But, overall there should be, I believe, an embracing and positive spirit. It should not bring you down. It should raise you up. If you feel lucky to be in the relationship, then you know you are on the right bus.
One of the characteristics I love most about my children is their ability to laugh so easily; to see the quirky side of things and to enjoy themselves. Watch a child smile and you will smile, too. It is infectious.
Life is for living. Enjoy your submission. And, if that is breaking some D/s code, well, so be it.
Thursday, March 26, 2009
The List
Dear Readers
As some of you may know from my last post, it became necessary for me to write a list of my recent bad behaviour. The list needed to have 25 items. I am sure you will appreciate that this was not an easy task. A good girl must search her heart and mind to come up with such a long list of misbehaviour. At times, I wondered if it was really possible for me to complete the task.
A girl must, however, do what a girl must do. Please find below the requisite list for your contemplation, for you also will have noted that my friend has asked that you, my readers, give some input into suitable consequences.
THE LIST
#1 I did not ask permission of my friend to write up our ‘chat’ on this blog.
#2 I ate the mint that comes with the coffee at the gym.
#3 I thought about touching myself.
#4 I cut my Bar Time (the yoga exercise I do daily) short by one minute.
#5 I forgot to write in my journal and send it to my husband, as I am required to do each evening. I sent it the next morning in the hope that he would not notice the time sent.
#6 I bought a bag of mixed sweets for the children at the market. On the way home, I ate all the ‘milk bottle’ shaped sweets.
#7 I must have drunk too much wine when out with friends listening to music, because I felt seedy the next day, all day.
#8 I bought a few items of clothing in the end of season sales, and promptly put them in my wardrobe where they could not be seen by my husband.
#9 I took my laptop to bed, which I am not supposed to do, because I stay up too late blogging.
#10 I exaggerated slightly when Janus asked if I had been good ALL week, thus accepting false praise.
#1 1 I pretended that I had to go to pick up a child from school, when a friend rang and was talking about people I didn’t know.
#12 The trainer at the gym told me to go and do 100 step ups on each leg. I only did 90 and just said that it was 100.
#13 When my Mum asked why I had not returned her call, I said that the children had not given me the message, when, in fact, they had.
#14 I thought about touching myself, again.
#15 I put up my manuscript on the screen, but very soon, flipped over to ‘Google Reader’ and read there instead.
#16 Due to blogging rather late (it was only just past midnight), I was slow to start the next morning and thus I only just got the children to school on time.
#17 I didn’t mention the ‘soft pedal’ in my car to my husband, (but that is because, I didn’t know what a ‘soft pedal’ was!)
#18 When my husband approached me with a cane in his hand, I said that I didn’t have time for maintenance just yet, when I could probably have fit it into my schedule.
#19 I got slightly frustrated (but didn’t show it) when my husband was not really listening when I was talking to him, and I had to repeat myself.
#20 I took it a little personally when my husband came to bed and just went to sleep almost immediately. (Who does that?)
#21 I didn’t stand on the bathmat to dry myself after my shower, leaving water on the floor in the bathroom. My husband might have mentioned this issue several hundred times before.
#22 My husband was explaining a complicated business issue about a company matter and I was nodding with intent interest. But at the same time, I was thinking a kinky thought.
#23 I had a hubristic thought, that I really was a good girl, for what else could I possibly add to this list?
#24 I thought about making a cup of tea and having a little chocolate with it just now, but I resisted and had a little apple instead. (Or, was that virtuous?)
#25 I had an unkind thought about my ‘chat’ friend, (but, quickly realized, that he was doing this to me for my own good and with noble thoughts, realizing that sometimes doms have to be cruel to be kind.)
I wish to say that I am very, very sorry for acting with impropriety. It was more than reasonable for my (sadistic) friend to expect me to publicly admit the impropriety, and writing the list was a most appropriate consequence for such behaviour. I truly have learned my lesson.
I pass the baton (!) over to you, my dear and compassionate readers, for you will recall my dear friend’s instruction:
“Explain to your audience that you are instructed to turn to them for feedback as proper punishment for those 25 things.”
Oh dear!
Vesta
As some of you may know from my last post, it became necessary for me to write a list of my recent bad behaviour. The list needed to have 25 items. I am sure you will appreciate that this was not an easy task. A good girl must search her heart and mind to come up with such a long list of misbehaviour. At times, I wondered if it was really possible for me to complete the task.
A girl must, however, do what a girl must do. Please find below the requisite list for your contemplation, for you also will have noted that my friend has asked that you, my readers, give some input into suitable consequences.
THE LIST
#1 I did not ask permission of my friend to write up our ‘chat’ on this blog.
#2 I ate the mint that comes with the coffee at the gym.
#3 I thought about touching myself.
#4 I cut my Bar Time (the yoga exercise I do daily) short by one minute.
#5 I forgot to write in my journal and send it to my husband, as I am required to do each evening. I sent it the next morning in the hope that he would not notice the time sent.
#6 I bought a bag of mixed sweets for the children at the market. On the way home, I ate all the ‘milk bottle’ shaped sweets.
#7 I must have drunk too much wine when out with friends listening to music, because I felt seedy the next day, all day.
#8 I bought a few items of clothing in the end of season sales, and promptly put them in my wardrobe where they could not be seen by my husband.
#9 I took my laptop to bed, which I am not supposed to do, because I stay up too late blogging.
#10 I exaggerated slightly when Janus asked if I had been good ALL week, thus accepting false praise.
#1 1 I pretended that I had to go to pick up a child from school, when a friend rang and was talking about people I didn’t know.
#12 The trainer at the gym told me to go and do 100 step ups on each leg. I only did 90 and just said that it was 100.
#13 When my Mum asked why I had not returned her call, I said that the children had not given me the message, when, in fact, they had.
#14 I thought about touching myself, again.
#15 I put up my manuscript on the screen, but very soon, flipped over to ‘Google Reader’ and read there instead.
#16 Due to blogging rather late (it was only just past midnight), I was slow to start the next morning and thus I only just got the children to school on time.
#17 I didn’t mention the ‘soft pedal’ in my car to my husband, (but that is because, I didn’t know what a ‘soft pedal’ was!)
#18 When my husband approached me with a cane in his hand, I said that I didn’t have time for maintenance just yet, when I could probably have fit it into my schedule.
#19 I got slightly frustrated (but didn’t show it) when my husband was not really listening when I was talking to him, and I had to repeat myself.
#20 I took it a little personally when my husband came to bed and just went to sleep almost immediately. (Who does that?)
#21 I didn’t stand on the bathmat to dry myself after my shower, leaving water on the floor in the bathroom. My husband might have mentioned this issue several hundred times before.
#22 My husband was explaining a complicated business issue about a company matter and I was nodding with intent interest. But at the same time, I was thinking a kinky thought.
#23 I had a hubristic thought, that I really was a good girl, for what else could I possibly add to this list?
#24 I thought about making a cup of tea and having a little chocolate with it just now, but I resisted and had a little apple instead. (Or, was that virtuous?)
#25 I had an unkind thought about my ‘chat’ friend, (but, quickly realized, that he was doing this to me for my own good and with noble thoughts, realizing that sometimes doms have to be cruel to be kind.)
I wish to say that I am very, very sorry for acting with impropriety. It was more than reasonable for my (sadistic) friend to expect me to publicly admit the impropriety, and writing the list was a most appropriate consequence for such behaviour. I truly have learned my lesson.
I pass the baton (!) over to you, my dear and compassionate readers, for you will recall my dear friend’s instruction:
“Explain to your audience that you are instructed to turn to them for feedback as proper punishment for those 25 things.”
Oh dear!
Vesta
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