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Monday, March 28, 2011


The beautiful wife's implements for use on her husband's backside have been growing by leaps and bounds lately. This past weekend alone five new implements were added to the collection after a round of visits to a local antique mall and a bed and bath store. There were two very sturdy paddles added, a barber's strop, a wooden bath brush and a metal hair brush. After her arrival home, she told me that it was time for me to put all implements away in a place that they would be very accessable if needed quickly and also get them out of a box. We went back and forth with a few ideas and (I will never learn) about what to do and I was very quick to poo poo some of her ideas. (Bad choice). Oops, that's right I am not in charge so as ordered, up to the bedroom I went, and jeans and briefs removed and then into nylon purple panties. And in those panties I constructed a place to hang all implements properly.

It looks good. All implements are hanging on the wall in an upstairs closet, to be handy when needed. After that was accomplished it was a good trip over the beautiful wife's lap, panties pulled down and I got to feel first hand what the razor strop is going to feel like. I can tell you, it hurt. I remember it well everytime I want to sit.

Tuesday, March 15, 2011

What exactly is an FLR?

This is a post that I would like the comments and advice from you, my friends who know I am in a FLR. I have a lot of faults, however, I very much value honesty and in addition to wanting people to be truthful with me, I hold myself to the same standard and I am ashamed of myself should I not do that. So while I don't think it is necessary to drive down the street with a megahorn announcing that I am in a FLR and obviously I am not the Female, I have wondered how I would address the subject should it ever come up. I found out last weekend. We were at a charitable function and were seated with a couple that we had met before but did not know very well. At dinner the wife of the couple and my beautiful wife got on one of the beautiful ones favorite subjects. Antique shopping. In conversation my beautiful wife asked if the wife would like to go with her to the big annual antique show held in our state in April. This is a big show and draws people from throughout the New England area. Imagine our surprise when the wife turns to her husband and asked for his permission if she can go to the show. What? and the way she asked it was like she was a kid asking a friend's mother if Joanie could come out and play. We were taken aback. It did not help any when the husband told his wife that he would have to see how things stood at the time and he explained that he expected her to ask permission for things such as this and didn't I do the same thing? Well let me tell you, I did a little squirming in my panties (actually at that event I was wearing dull tighty whities. I should say. I considered several answers but I have to tell you I am a terrible liar and anyone could probably tell if I were lying so I bit the bullet. No, I said, I don't do that, my wife I said, is in charge and she does not have to ask my permission to do anything. I did say that we respect each other and discuss things but permission is not required. He then asked me if I had to ask permission and I told him honestly, yes I do.That statement took him aback and the conversation ended. I could tell that this was the end of any contact with these people (fine with me) and I felt good that I had been honest and the reward when we got home was very nice. So having thought this out, I am not ashamed that I am not the head of household. I am not ashamed that I am regularly spanked by my wife and there are things in our marriage that are not traditional and frankly many times the spanking is connected with sex. My first marriage was a traditional marriage and I was divorced. (ok, not all her fault) but it was very refreshing to tell it like it is. Don't know what you folks think about that would love to hear.

Wednesday, March 9, 2011

The Business Trip

There was a time that I traveled quite a bit for work. Most of that was in my old life when I was the "Head of the Household" before the beautiful wife. You all know that I am not wearing the pants in my household, in fact I am lucky when I can wear pants.Lately at work my out of town services have been required and so I have gone on a few business trips. I don't like that, I miss the beautiful wife and she has told me that she misses me. A few days away makes me very lonely. This week Monday and Tuesday I was out of town and had two fairly long days, finishing up on this (Wednesday) morning. As I was pulling my things together to leave the hotel, a knock sounded at the door. It was a porter with a package that had come in for me. (Now I wonder what that could be and who could it be from?) The writing on the address looked very familiar. How nice, a package from the beautiful wife. God are we in love. Inside was a nicely wrapped item in a bag with a note on fancy girl stationary. The note was to me from of course the same beautiful wife.

The note said,

Darling, I have missed you and can't wait to see you, but honey when you come home you will be wearing the contents of the package and I wouldn't test me by not wearing them. Hmmm.. what do you suppose? So I opened the package and inside was a pair of pretty Victoria's Secret panties, a pair of sheer stockings and a garter belt. What are you kidding?  How am I going to get through airport security? When the panties shouldn't be a problem unless I have to drop my pants for security but the belt? I fussed about it for a while and then said to myself, well, I hope I don't know the folks working the TSA security at this airport as I don't have much of a choice. You see, the beautiful wife is picking me up at the other end and I would have no chance to sneak into the men's room to "get ready" and I thought about maybe going through security and changing in the men's room before my flight but that worried me too. They would probably go through my carry on. So under my nice white dress shirt and very nice dark blue suit (with pinstripes) , is my man's undershirt, a nice pair of Victoria's Secret panties, my garter belt with sheer stockings. I felt very naughty, a bit scared, a lot embarassed and boldly went through security. Wow, the Gods were with me, I got through without having to embarrass myself.

The flight arrived home, I met the beautiful wife. She asked if I had received any interesting while on my trip and said that I had, she said very good, let's go home.

When we arrived home, I was instructed to remove the dark blue (with pinstripes) suit, the white dress shirt, the man's undershirt and then I modeled the nice panties, garter belt and stockings. I ate my lunch in my new panties garter and stockings and did a few household chores. And then because I was such a good boy, I to go over her knee for a nice intimate hand spanking on the seat of my panties.

Seriously, five years ago you could not have convinced me that I would be so lucky and having such a great life.  I love you beautiful wife, I never know what is next.

She read my post before I posted it and because I thought of trying to sneak the panties in and change we have a discussion about it coming up, I don't know what the "discussion will be" there is a hairbrush on the night stand.

Tuesday, March 1, 2011


The beautiful wife and I had a few errands to do this afternoon and we went to a mall close to where we live. While there after we had purchased what we went there for, we stopped in at a new kitchen store. In the kitchen store we found lots of interesting items that would be sure to put a nice glow on my bare bottom. A set of nice sturdy wooden stirers that will be sure to do the job. I had a feeling the we were buying those items. The next stop was a game/sport store to buy a gift for a friend's son. And, wouldn't you just know they had a very nice set of pingpong paddles. Well we had to have those and she even gave them a trial run by smacking the seat of my pants in the parking lot. When we got home she told me that I had been very good and good boys often get a spanking and she was in the mood and really wanted to try out the new items. My bottom actually was still feeling the effects of the other day. We arrived home and within minutes I was bent over the kitchen table with pants and drawers lowered to the floor. Yikes, my bottom is sore.