Thursday 2 July 2015

A Further Word on Trust

They say the early bird gets the worm. 



When I was working, I had to get up at 5.30 most mornings in order to join the moving car park that runs at peak times between our village and the town where I worked. I wasn't very keen in the winter, but in the spring and early summer I loved being up early, sometimes watching the sunrise turning the countryside all sparkly, and at other times just watching the new day unfold around me.



Now, unless we have a real reason to be up at the crack of dawn, like when we look after our youngest grandson for the day, we rise much later, usually after one of us fetches an early morning drink. We take time to sit and chat to each other, and peruse the world at large. During the summertime we enjoy a leisurely breakfast outside, watching the bees amongst the honeysuckle, and the sparrows in the eaves. It's a special time and we cherish it.



Since we first began DD/TTWD, we listen to each other more than we used to do. Words have assumed a greater importance. There is nothing Dan hates more, than when I am in a snit, and when he asks me what is wrong and to tell him what has upset me, to have me walk away from him. It gets him madder than a wet hen (rooster!).



Such an occurrence took place earlier this week. I shouldn't have bothered to write about it, but it was the way Dan handled it that pulled me up short. I suppose I am still thinking about it, and wonder what your reaction would be if it happened to you? 

I had long finished my coffee, and Dan was sipping his (by now) lukewarm mug of tea. He was expounding at length on my snarky behaviour the previous morning, when he had been in too much of a rush to be at an appointment to do anything about it. 


I was sent to fetch the little nipper. You can imagine the look of disgruntlement  and horror on my face. A girl can get used to the feel of her man's hand, and even good solid leather if it is laid on with tempered strokes. But, as I was explaining to Ella the other day in a comment, wood has no give in it. It is what it is. I liked it once upon a time. But that was in the halcyon days when Dan still thought my bottom had the fragility of an eggshell, and only spanked so long, and so hard. At the time, I thought it quite long enough and hard enough, but the strange thing is that a bottom can get used to anything given time. His hand now feels like the very wooden implements I try to avoid. Leather has me glowing within five seconds the colour of Morello cherries. And really, you don't want to know how happily he wields things made of wood. Even those with holes in!


He held out his hand and I passed him the aforesaid little wooden horror, and climbed rather reluctantly over his lap. Imagine my consternation when he felt that I had slithered much too far forwards, my backside rapidly disappearing in a southerly direction.




He tugged me back, gave me a warm up to remember (long! believe me!) and set to with the nipper. It was not amusing. He needed his leg to keep me in place, and he proved once again that sit spots can be swatted just as hard as the rest of my rear. By the time he had finished, I was exhausted, hot and bothered, and ready to apologise for anything.



Once again, I thought to myself "How the heck can women stop yowling and struggling, and just give up and go limp?" I am most definitely not one of those women. The harder the spanking, the more I yowl and kick, and if it gets that bad I can cry with the best of them. (I suppose I am extra good at multi-tasking!)

The leg pinning me down was removed, and I lifted up to my hands and knees in order to crawl backwards to my side of the bed. Dan's hand on my bottom prevented me from doing so. 




So picture this. Dan is propped in the most relaxed fashion possible against the headboard, with me on my hands and knees over his lap. 

He started happily stroking my poor roasted rear. Thinking contentedly that this could lead to an extremely loving interval, I stayed where I was, almost purring. 


Girls - beware of wolves in sheep's clothing.




Dan stopped stroking my bottom and ran his hand a couple of times over my back. 

I felt him turn slightly, then something was placed right in the middle, on the flat bit just above my bottom. It felt suspiciously like a mug of lukewarm tea.




Too late I realised that the nipper had not strayed too far from his hand. He gave an evil chuckle.

"You better not move, or you will cover both me and the bed with tea."


He was serious.


I shifted just slightly and he informed me that there was still plenty of tea left in the mug, and that if it tipped over, both our beautiful white sheets, and the mattress, would be ruined. (Yorkshire tea is very strong.)


I gave a nervous giggle. I didn't know how full that blessed mug actually was, nor how long I would be expected to remain in what I thought of as a position straight out of 50 Shades.


This was confirmed by what followed. Dan solidly refuses to play with any form of tying me up, even though I think I would be more than willing. Yet I would challenge any of you to remain still whilst in the position I was in. Yet how could I move? Was that mug half full, or had he unknown to me, finished his tea, and thus it was empty?


"If you spill the tea, I shall go and get the big nipper. I think I should've used it anyway this morning."


Dan used various means to ensure I was soon squawking in an entirely different way and for an entirely different reason. And I couldn't move an inch! 


Psychological bondage?!  - It's blooming exhausting!




And completely hilarious!

He eventually removed the mug and I gasped with relief and collapsed on top of him.


He whispered evilly in my ear "It was empty. It's called 'trust', Ami."


He roared with laughter and after a while I joined him. Talk about a joker.


I then gave him a little lesson in trust, which I am not explaining here, but which you will have to imagine. It did involve me smiling like a Cheshire Cat at the end.





 

21 comments:

  1. That man of yours has been hiding all these ideas and experiments all along! I love it!! I can't imagine how you 'knelt' for so long! I don't know how you are sitting though! Awesome job my dear!
    TRUST. I'm going to think about this a lot today! It does make me smile and yet it was such a perfect way to say something so simple.
    I do believe he is a bit of a smart Alec however! ;-)

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    1. Being on hands and knees isn't so hard when you are used to either yoga or pilates. I was just terrified of the "tea that wasn't really there" and getting it all over the place. The objective was 'trust' as Dan is always saying that I try to orchestrate everything despite being threatened with spankings. It got me thinking about how we need to trust in everything, not just the things we think are important at the time.

      Smart Alec? Oh Minelle, never a truer word was said in jest! LOL!

      Hugs
      Ami

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  2. I think your husband is adorable! He NOTICES when you are snippy and cares enough about your relationship to DO something about it. I just love it.

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    1. I am wondering if perhaps our husbands are in secret cahoots with each other? Except that I would really prefer it if mine addressed the snippiness immediately, instead of leaving it for ages so that I have almost forgotten all about it. Maybe one day... A girl can always hope.

      Hugs
      Ami

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  3. Ami,
    Once again, a really enjoyable tale to enjoy whilst I have my morning coffee.
    Dan sounds like a man who enjoys his mormings with you by his side.
    Meredith

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    1. It was funny but with a serious message to it. Perhaps the best way to learn a lesson. I should have guessed he would never leave tea in the blessed mug, but I wasn't quite certain as he often leaves it so long before he drinks it, that it is quite cold, and then he only drinks half.

      I always think of you having your coffee in bed with Jack. It is such a nice way to start the day.

      Hugs
      Ami

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  4. I'm pretty sure I wouldn't be able to keep still in that position, even if my best bedding were at stake. I can't go limp and compliant either and I've never come close to a barn warmer.

    Dan is very resourceful!

    Rosie

    Sounds like all

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    1. Hi Rosie! Yes you would; anyone could if I can. Just think of yoga and pilates. And, I suppose the main point was that there was no tea in the mug as it was all to do with trust. Limp and compliant? Ha! When I am spanked for real, it's a wonder you can't hear me where you live!

      Hugs
      Ami

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  5. Your husband is very inventive. I don't think I could have kept still, no matter
    Good for you..

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    1. I am snorting with laughter! You cannot imagine what was going through my mind at the time! Especially as Dan was not "playing fair". LOL LOL

      Hugs
      Ami

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  6. I enjoyed this post very much, Ami! :) The thing that it made me think about is that not only does ttwd bring us tremendous growth over time, but it brings the same to our spanky fellas as well.

    You and I started out with the 50's books, lurked at the same time and introduced it to our husbands in our own ways, but within the same kind of time frames. Now what we have on our hands (or more accurately "on our bottoms" are husbands who seem to have the spanking down, enjoy its benefits in all ways and are becoming quite creative in the process. Pretty amazing- that is for sure!

    I have no earthly idea how you were able to be still and not spill that tea. Well, the tea that wasn't in the cup after all! As Sunny said, "Good for you." I wonder what Dan will have you do next! LOL! Many hugs,

    <3 Katie

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    1. I think the words could be 'parallel tracks'. LOL! I haven't got a clue what this loving man of mine will do next. I think that I am always moaning about him not being spontaneous is seeping through the cracks. We had another spontaneous happening last evening, but I am most certainly not posting about that! LOL! But as usual, it was completely hilarious - in a good way.

      I am proud of myself for being still and not spilling the tea that wasn't there. Usually I am the wriggliest person on the planet!

      Hugs
      Ami

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  7. Ami
    The teacup sounds like a good bootcamp idea. Have you ever tried that? We just started and it really helps revive things
    I came up with a new idea a little while ago after reading Blondie's newest post (No Panty Day). I found it can be very tiresome unbuckling belts, pulling down two sets of garments, then pulling back up numerous times, especially during boot camp. I just thought a little while ago. Why not just leave the pants off for the duration of bootcamp? I am not joking. If some are concerned about going without pants for a week or two, there are towels and pillows to sit on for comfort. My wife and I tried the blanket sitting outside one time (my hand on her bottom) looking at the stars. Very romantic.
    What does everyone think?

    Ray

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    1. Never done Bootcamp as the version I read nearly put me off DD for life! But I think that now we are several years into DD/TTWD, it would be very different. I like the thought of 'reviving' things, but not too certain of severe spankings just for the sake of it. I can get those anyway if I forget who is in charge! LOL! How long did you do Bootcamp for? Was it beneficial to you both?

      I do like the idea of a knickerless day! I thought Blondie had the right idea there. Love the idea of the blanket under the stars. You certainly are a true romantic!

      Thank you so much for commenting, Ray. I love it when I get comments from new people. It is great to meet you both.

      Hugs
      Ami

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  8. Good gravy Ami...Dan sure is coming into his own isn't he...the man is getting downright creative. ;) Wow...don't think I could have held still no matter what I may have ruined by moving. Hope you continue to have fun.

    Hugs and blessings...Cat

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    1. He does seem to be coming into his own in the most unusual way, though, Cat. I just relaxed and tried to think of "England". LOL

      Fun is most definitely better than feeling roasted.

      Hugs
      Ami

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  9. Hi Ami, I really enjoyed reading this post. You too do know how to start the day! :)

    That was so creative of Dan. Hmm..psychological bondage, interesting food for thought. I'm sure I wouldn't have been able to stay still, good on you! Glad you ended up grinning like a Cheshire Cat :)

    Hugs
    Roz

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    1. I can recommend it, Roz. If you had to view it in a critical manner, it was several things rolled into one. The need to trust, the need to stay still despite what was happening to you, taking a risk with spontaneity... It was most certainly memorable, I'll say that for it!

      Hugs
      Ami

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  10. Wow! I wonder if that would work for me. Ty has placed a paddle on my calves to ensure that I don't kick my feet. But if I do kick, at least I am not spilling tea. Way to go for not moving. I would rather be in bonds too. Isn't trust one of the best things about these kind of relationships.

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    1. Hi Blondie! I was so amazed that Dan should do such a thing that I think I was in shock. Although my back ached a little afterwards from trying to keep still and concentrate whilst he 'played', I enjoyed the experience of being asked to show my submission to his desires. I had no idea whatsoever that the mug had no tea in it, but I did suspect that might be the case. I love your 'paddle on calves' and wonder if that would work for us. Dan usually has to place his right leg over my legs when I am OTK as I kick by reflex. I wish you would write a post about keeping still whilst being spanked. You are so good at explaining things like that and I believe it would help lots of us who are not very good at it. I am rarely spanked over the footboard of our bed due to my kicking out. And I have never yet managed to achieve this 'giving in and going limp' that you read about in books. I struggle and kick to the end if it feels like Dan is spanking too hard for me to bear. Spankings of that category seem much better 'after' rather than 'during'!

      Hugs
      Ami

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  11. Ami, just found your blog and I enjoyed it. I agree with you on the wood, we have a beautiful wooden paddle that is the devil. I hate it, he loves it. Nuf said. Take care. K

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