FLR-When will I learn?

By now, those of you that are kind enough to read my blog know that I am very happy in my FLR. I enjoy not being in charge and I enjoy some of the playful punishments and maybe to some extent, some of the not so playful punishments. But the fact is, I am a man who can be very stubborn. The beautiful wife (BW) works very hard at her family's business. An auto parts store. She is a successful business woman and I truly admire her. My line of work is totally difference as a business consultant and I have more freedom with my work schedule than she. This is why I am the housekeeper and the cook. Last Saturday, the phone rang at 6 am (always not a good sign) and it was the parts driver delivery man from the store advising BW that he could not come to work because he was sick. Now, I have helped in the past and can do the job since all I have to do is deliver the parts and not pick them out. BW said to me " I have a very busy day today and you will have to be the part deliverer." I had other plans, and I had a little tantrum about it. I knew pretty quickly that I had screwed up. I immediately got my pants and underpants lowered and a quick hard paddling on the bare bottom. Yes it got my attention. I was not given my pants back but ordered upstairs and she would "help me" get ready for work. Up the stairs I went with a bare behind. In the bedroom, I was placed in "diaper position" and secured in a bulky adult diaper and rubber pants. (I don't like that) and then told to dress in my work uniform for the store. Since I acted like a baby, I was going to be treated like one. I spent Saturday and Sunday diapered and having to ask to have my diaper changed. I will say that it was unique wondering if any one I came in contact with knew I was in a diaper and of course if I needed to wiz, I just let loose.

Checking In

As has been the case for the past several months, I have not posted to the blog as frequently as beautiful wife (BW) thinks is appropriate. We had a discussion about it and as I write this I am sitting on a very sore bottom. I have been told that if I comment about how busy I am and that is the reason for not blogging, (everyone is busy) and she will invite all who read the blog to have a crack at my behind. So I won't do that. The reason is as we discussed, I have gotten lazy, and I do not have a defense. BW did accompany me on a business trip to Florida and we did have some time to enjoy the weather and the sights. We went shopping in a local mall and stopped by the Victoria Secret store. (Actually at this point, I am not sure if it were Victoria Secret or another name, but you know the kind of store.) Looking at the lingerie, BW thought that we should pick up some new panties for the sub in the marriage. After some time of looking at various types and being asked (more than once) by the sales staff if we needed any help she finally made a decision and she said (a little louder, than I would have wished) "There you will look pretty in those panties", overheard by a young couple who had wandered closer than I was comfortable. I sure that my face was as red or nearly as red as my bottom would be later that evening. I tried to shuff it off, paid for our purchases and got out of the store. We went back to the hotel to get ready for dinner. I took a nice shower and when I got out I was called to stay naked and bend over the bed. (She had not cared for my behavior at the lingerie store) She had packed the wooden paddle with the holes in it and one of her favorites, a leather strap with a punch. She went to town and for those of you on the bottom you know what I mean when I say..yikes the heat....I got put in the new panties and we went to dinner, needless to say, I was not very comfortable sitting down. Back at the hotel I learned that she brought her strap on and used it for the purpose intended. We are now back at home and in the groove and just prior to me updating the blog a little, we had a wake-up session and I was reacquainted with a few items from her collection...Hence the reason for the sore bottom (again).

A New Year

It is the time of year that many of us look back and review the year. Did you accomplish what we wanted to? Did we reach our goals? Have we achieved what we want. This has been a relaxed week for me and Beautiful Wife (BW) and we have had a lot of time to talk after coming back from our Christmas visits. We had a good year with our FLR. We both have voiced things that we would like to work on or maybe mistakes made. Since this blog is from my perpective let me say that they are my mistakes and I still have a lot to learn. BW has pointed out to me, that even though I have been spanked for misbehavior over the past year and am reminded of my place on many occaisions, that sometimes my all "I am in charge" personality raises its ugly head. That surprised me to hear but I am trying to improve at listening and not immediately reacting. The problem that was pointed out to me is that I sometimes, as they say-"top from the bottom." BW has a fabulous memory, much better than mine and points out various instances when was the case. I couldn't say too much in my defense as she had me between a rock and a hard place. I won't bore you with what had been a two day pretty intense discussions but if this is to be a real FLR, which is what we both want, then I am going to have to work on it and continue to be corrected to have my brain re-wired. To be frank, I enjoy a nice spanking especially laid over the lap of a beautiful woman such as the BW. Like my blogfriends Ken and James, stockings, girtles, garters get me ramped. Not to say that I have not gotten several "punishment spankings" and believe me it was punishment. I recognize that I need that to stay grounded. But in the coming year we will be experimenting with different methods and I am to write about it in the blog.

This morning, I had started my day very relaxed, watching TV, snacking on left over Christmas food when at 9 am BW said that this is what we are talking about, stripped me and put me in a small pair of panties and a bra and I spent the morning cleaning the house. At 5'8" 180lbs. I am what you call a short stocky man so I must have been quite the sight with the panties straining to cover my good sized behind. The house looks very nice and I made BW a nice lunch. After lunch I thought the afternoon would be relaxing but she brought out another new purchase from Paddlewerx-the famous Hansen Humbler. So remaining chores were done by me on hands and knees very carefully as my family jewels were locked in a very vulnerabe position. If the chores were not being done correctly it was soon corrected by her new ball slapper, crawling on hands and knees with balls prominant and being slapped did not feel good and reminded me and I can honestly say that I was not topping from the bottom. Three hours in the humbler, I can say it felt good to have the "boys" released. The twenty smacks with the paddle didn't hurt that much either after that, although my bottom is a bright fire engine red. Looks like my FLR train will be serious. Have a good New Year everyone.

Pre-Holiday activity

We are leaving later today to visit relatives for Christmas. Even though our household has been "lackluster" in recent months the level has been ramped up in the past week. (That is good news) I mentioned the beautiful wife's (BW) new strap-on in my last post. It seems that from other postings she got the idea of what a good idea it would be for me to pay homage to the big black ??X!!!. So about an hour ago, BW got me stripped and on my knees and taught me what service means. And of course I was soon back to the bottoms up position to be reminded that I am on the bottom!. Lots of careful breathing and patience and soon I was filled with joy. I enjoy all my blogging friends, have a good holiday.

Not so lackluster

I don't know what has happened but I like it. Last night when I got home, there was a note on the kitchen counter with instructions. Now that is not unusual as I usually get home first and usually start dinner. The instructions are usually "heat up the chicken, boil some rice, cook a vegtable and so on. Last night it was, "Your uniform is laid out, be sure you change into it and make dinner for four." Yes, Maam! My uniform was a wrestling outfit-"I have no idea where that came from". A note on it said-don't you dare put underwear on. So into the wresting outfit I got and of course it was a little small and let's just say I filled it up. I was dumbfounded of why dinner for four. That was soon explained when our Connecticut friends (Vince and Janet)arrived. Seems they were in the neighborhood and plans had been made to push my comfort zone limits. Janet was very interested in my wrestling suit especially the fit around my ample bottom.So, being an excellent host I set them up with a few appetizers and a drink and continued in the task of making dinner until beautiful wife arrived home. If I say so myself, it was a pretty good meal. BW set the dining room table for two-herself and Janet. Vince and I got to eat at the kitchen counter. After dinner, Janet said that she and Vince should start to head back to Ct, before they left she gave beautiful wife a house gift. A nice leather paddle. BW was delighted and said we would try it immediately. I was bent over the counter and each side of the bottom of my wresting suit was tucked into my ass crack exposing my naked posterior. I know if sounds silly but the paddle was very smooth and felt very nice as it connected with my bottom. Both beautiful wife and Janet tried it out and I was quite hot when they were done. They wished us a nice holiday and went on their way. It didn't seem fair that Vince escaped a spanking. I spent the remainder of the night in the wrestling suit with an occaisional break to warm up my behind. It was a fun night. This was not punishment but playtime!!!! And not to mention that my bottom was the color of the season.

I have no excuse

Frankly, I have no excuse for being so lazy and not posting lately. As I have mentioned in previous posts both the beautiful wife and I get caught up in the day to day business of life. Working, family, etc.etc. Ok I know, STOP THE EXCUSES! We all know that any relationship has to be worked on constantly to make it work. A FLR is no different. Last evening when I got home I was reminded that I haven't posted to my blog in a long time and I have been, and I quote "lack luster" in the relationship. I thought that spanking was coming in my direction and I know that I would have deserved it but that was not the case. Instead, BW had received a new strap on, a little longer and wider. Yikes, I was in trouble and soon I was in position to be taken. With some careful time, a lot of practiced breathing I was reminded that I am definitely not in charge. Yes, I got the whole thing.

Back in the Saddle Again

Well, here I am, I am back. I haven't posted in a long time due to a lot of family responsibilities this summer. An Uncle of my beautiful wife has been very ill and he lives in a distance state and beautiful wife (BW) is the closest of his living relatives. She has been very close to her Uncle and was also close to her Aunt who died a few years ago and BW wanted to help. There were several times that we did not expect Uncle to survive another day but he has surprised us all and rallied each time. Between her trips two states away or my trips two states away we have not been very active in our life style. and to be honest I have been a bit prickly about it.  I recognized many of the behaviors that was the hallmark of my first marriage, and don't want to repeat. I know who happy I am in a FLR and I need boundaries and structure. This summer we lost that due to our committments. Uncle is now doing much, much better and is a resident at an assisted living facility in the next town. He is a very nice, amenable man and always makes the best of his situation, and he likes his new living arrangement and his health has improved dramatically. It also is a 15 minute drive for BW to go over to visit, say hello, have lunch with him etc. Good for all of us. Well now that things are straightening out I am being brought back to reality and only a week or so ago we had a discussion regarding some of my behavioral issues. Surprisingly, I expected to get a spanking after the discussion but that did not happen. Only made me feel more guilty. This last weekend on Saturday, I was told that we were driving to Connecticut to visit some friends of BW. Turns out the friend was someone she met on-line, her name is Janet, that she has developed a friendship with and also had met in person a few times for lunch or coffee when Janet was in the Boston area, closer to us. Janet and her husband Vince live about a two hour drive from us. Last week it was my understanding that we had been invited for lunch and to meet them. We got to their home, a very nice home in a high tone Town. I mentioned I wondered what he did for a living and BW asked me, why do you think it is what HE does for a living? Oops--that was not cool.  We rang the bell and were greeted by a very nice looking woman about ten years younger than us who was very friendly and asked us to come in. We all met visited for a while and then the subject changed, and to my surprise our life style was being discussed in detail and from the conservation their life style is very similar. It was very surprising and exciting, it was obvious that the girls had shared a lot with each other. BW mentioned to her new friend that I had asked that I wondered what her husband did for a living and how disappointed that she was with me simply assuming that the man was the primary breakwinner. Janet and BW agreed that I needed a reminder to reinforce their point. Janet said I should get acquainted with the spanking bench that they had upstairs. BW said it would be appropriate if Janet spanked me. Wow, I am sure that my face was as red and my bottom would soon be. So without boring you all with the details, soon I was secured over the spanking bench with my bare bottom in the position. She said that since I was a new friend she would only use her "stinger" paddle. Wow, that girl has a good swing. It had been a long time since I had gotten a spanking and this one "hurt like hell". Vince was very quiet during this time and I think tried his best to blend in with the woodwork. After what seemed to me to be a very long time, my bottom was burning hot, it was over and I was allowed to pull up my pants and try to regain a little dignity. I have to tell you I was a hurting pup and I was not very far from tears. I think even the BW was a bit surprised at how hard the spanking was. But then we went out to lunch which of course I would have enjoyed more if I could have sat down more comfortably. I will say the air was cleared. I suspect that even if I had not made that comment I would have received the introduction to Janet's "stinger", glad I could provide a reason with my open mouth insert foot routine. After lunch and back to there house the interest turned to Vincent and his behavior. Janet informed us that she felt that Vince should not get off that light and would BW like to do the honors. BW, to my surprise declined that invitation but in a flash Vince's pants and briefs were at his ankles and he was over Janet's knee. To tell you the truth, I think I got the better deal with the stinger as Janet seems to also pack a good wallop with her hand. We left shortly afterward, BW and Janet still talk frequently and I have been informed that future meetings will most likely take place.