Nick is not the boss of me; he has never wanted to be. I don’t want a boss; I wanted a husband who is willing to lead – not drag. I wanted to feel cherished, cared for, protected but I couldn’t really feel any of that until I gave up some control and ask for it. I had to be willing to accept it. I was almost 50 years old when this happened for me. I had already proven to myself that I could handle everything I needed to handle. I had no doubt I could do it all alone if I had to, I just didn’t want to any more. When I softened and looked to him as a leader we have both been so much happier. We still each make many of our own decisions. I don’t ask permission to buy a new outfit, to go out with my friends or to visit my sister for the weekend. I pretty much just tell Nick my plans. He doesn’t ask my permission for the things he does, whether it’s a purchase or planning a golf trip with his friends. But the big things we discuss. When we discuss the big things and disagree, someone has to have the final word. The final decision maker changes according to what we are discussing.
If I want to remodel the house, take down a couple of walls and Nick says ‘no, not possible’ I’ll accept the fact that he is more knowledgeable on the subject (if he tells me it’s a load baring wall and the house will collapse if we take it down – I believe him). If the matter we disagree about involves the children, I nearly always get the last word. He loves them and he’s a fantastic father, but I was the one who was with them the most growing up. I was the one they talked to all the time and for better or worse I knew them better when they were little. Having this knowledge made me the one closer to understanding what they deal with and how to handle it. That didn’t mean Nick opinion and thoughts were ignored but I felt that I was still the one to make the final decisions.
It’s worked best for us to keep our rules and spanking infraction to the more mundane things, the little things that annoy him, the things I agree I should do better. These are the things for which I want to be held accountable by Nick, because I can’t seem to make myself do them without consequences. Things like not putting away my clean laundry, leaving dishes sitting beside my chair, blowing off exercise and then over indulging on snack and coming to bed late. I want to do better on these things and I do when Nick is standing there holding a paddle. I feel loved and protected when he holds me accountable for doing these things, when he cares enough to spank for infractions rather that just shrugging his shoulders and saying ‘whatever’.
One reason I wanted to write this post is that, because of the internet, younger and younger women are realizing that many out here are enjoying spanking relationships, that many couples have a good working DD relationship. I think that’s great, but I have also heard some of our youngest readers express interest in finding a partner to spank then and to whom they can be submissive. Please, just a word of caution here – if you are out there looking, don’t make finding a spanking partner your main focus. Find someone who loves and respects you for who you are. Before you think of giving your gift of submission to anyone, be sure you know them well enough to be sure that they deserve it. If you put finding a man to spank you and be dominate over you in front of finding a man who will love, cherish and respect you, realize that that could lead you to an abusive situation rather than what you are truly looking for.
Sorry, I’ll stop preaching now. I’m just so happy to have found this life style. I see how much it has improved my marriage and those of many of my friends I just want all those who long for this lifestyle to make sure you have the real thing and not some con-artist's view of it. Have fun, but be careful.