An outlet to discuss a F/m relationship and the how one couple lives the life style. We are your average couple next store. We look the picture of respectability. The difference is our committment to each other and the realization that in this household the woman is queen and the husband is one of the subjects.
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Monday, August 27, 2012
Properly Punished
In my FLR I work hard to behave in an acceptable manner and to understand my position. I need to be reminded once in a while (ok, quite often). It is a great relationship and I have asked for it and I need it. There are many men who simply do not understand that an FLR is wonderfully liberating. I have always enjoyed spanking activity, but in a former relationship that was not a possibility. In this relationship (we have been married 7 years), spanking is used as needed. Sometimes an erotic spanking but mostly it is punishment and while the thought of it gets me going that actual event is another story. The beautiful wife has talking about how our lifestyle should not be a "secret" that we practice behind closed doors. No we will not be running down the Main Street announcing it but it is what it is. She has been mentioning to me that she thinks that I would remember better and correct my actions better if the punishment were immediately administered. Of course, this is not always easy. Last weekend we had a handyman in the house putting in a new floor in one of our bathrooms. We were downstairs, (he was up stairs working) and we both kind of "forgot" he was in the house. And I stepped out of line and was ordered in a very loud voice to march upstairs to our bedroom and get the strap out and wait, which I did. She was very upset with me. Very quickly she came up to the bedroom and yacked down my pants and underpants, turned up my bottom and strapped me. It hurt and I was kicking up a storm when we noticed that we had an audience. I was mortified, but the beautiful wife decided "Oh well, can't worry about that now and I have husband who needs a spanking." After the spanking and I am sure my face was as red as my ass, I heard beautiful wife say to the handyman "Sorry you had to see that, but my husband should know better because he knows what happens if he acts out." I tried to put myself together the best I could and quickly went downstairs. At the end of the day as the handyman asked me to come up to look at the job and ask a few questions about some other work we wanted done, he asked me with a grin if I could sit down. I said, "Well not too well." He laughed and said that judging by what he saw, I was properly punished. I don't know how many of this friends he told, but he is coming back on Friday to complete another project.
Tuesday, August 14, 2012
Driving Home a Point!
Well, I have been taken to task for not posting on the blog as often as she expects. I plead that we have done a fair amount of traveling, visiting with family, etc. hence the reason that I have been quiet. Well, maybe not completely. We have been at the beach and to tell the truth I have a habit of looking at the women. Because of that I am in chasity, locked up securely. It is very challenging to wear a speedo bathing suit while locked in a CB6000. One thing that can be said is that it makes my endowment stand out. We arrived at home yesterday and the Beautiful Wife is taking another week off from work which as she says is good so that she can monitor me closer. We were hardly in the door when I got the lecture about looking at girls on the beach (why I could be their grandfather dirty old man?) Well yes, I am older, not dead, and I am not their grandfather. For that she exercised the hair brush and bath brush on my bare behind and then sent me up to the bedroom to get in position. In position means over a pillow with my butt up and open for her strap on. It has been a while but with perserverance and determination it got driven home. Hench my title, Driving home a point? Today, one day later, I promised I would post in between some chores she gave me so here it is. I am still in chastity and wearing panties. The strap on now has the name of Bully Billy, this morning I got woken up and required to suck on Bully Billy's stick which soon found its way home again. Two times in two days my bottom opened up easier today, must be getting used to my bitch status.
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