Alcohol and Domestic Discipline

James and I are social butterflies. Our weekends usually always include at least one night of partying with our friends in the city. Combining partying and domestic discipline usually equates to trouble. 

Hypothetically, James and I do not even like to drink all that much. It would be a rare occasion for us to have more than a glass of wine on a weeknight. You can call it cliche, but most of the time alcohol only becomes a problem when we are peer pressured by our friends to take shots or play a drinking game. Luckily, since we have been married, saying no seems to be easier as our friends usually joke and saying we're the "old married couple" now. They also seem to have a better understanding that James makes the final decisions. 

I definitely have a limit. James likes to call it my point of no return. After a couple of drinks, when I have been feeling tipsy for a good while, the party girl within is released. Party-girl Kate is quite different than everyday Kate and our friends love her! James, on the other hand, knows that when she comes out he is going to have his hands full. 

When I reach my point of no return, the behaviors that usually end up getting me in trouble are:

1. Sassy/loud mouth. After a couple of drinks, I often times feel compelled to share my political opinions with anyone who will listen. I also often times feel the need to talk back any time James gives me an instruction.

2. Frisky and extra touchy-feely actions. In general we are a hands on couple, alcohol usually entices me to take it to the next level. One time I even tried to give him a hand job under the table. 

3. Sexy dance moves. I often times feel like it is my duty to shake my booty when one of my favorite songs come on. I'll either end up begging James to dance with me, or i'll dance with my girlfriends and come up with moves that only belong in rap videos.  

4. The urge to keep going. This usually takes me from tipsy to drunk. It also has been the catalyst for me staying out way past my curfew when I am out with the girls. 

5. Hangover. Lately it feels like anytime I drink I am hungover. Everyone says it's become i'm getting old. Well- it sucks! I hate hangovers and James rarely gets them. After a night on the town he can wake up feeling normal and I will spend the entire day craving junk food and have absolutely no motivation. Needless to say, I have often times have an ass ache to accompany my headache. 

Fortunately, or unfortunately, my husband doesn't have a point of no return. He is always in control. Last night when we went out and Party-girl Kate considered making an appearance. Luckily, James fought her off and there was minimal embarrassment. This morning, however, I got spanked for whining too much about my headache and snapping at James to leave me alone when he told me to hurry up when getting ready. 

On nights when he knows we are going to be out really late and that there will be a lot of temptations, he usually gives me a preemptive spanking. He also has made me wear a butt plug before, but that was only when our friends were staying with us and he wasn't able to give me a real spanking. 

What have I learned from all of this? Listen to James when he tells me to slow down- (easier said than done). Also, alcohol and domestic discipline don't mix. 

Have a safe Saturday night, everyone! :)

Shopping Spree... More like Shopping Spank

I love to shop! 

I am sure most women can relate. Interestingly, I have heard this desire related back to hunter-gatherer instincts. It really does make sense. Women have the urge to gather things= women go shopping.  Unfortunately, my husband is not impressed by my gathering skills and I am usually the one who ends up hunted. 

Before we were married, James and I went through our finances and created a "budget." Considering the fact that I am not very detail oriented, relinquishing myself of this responsibility appeared burden-proof. It did not take me very long to figure out, however, that financial micro-management resulted in the burden falling on my ass. 

At first our new system was great! Forgetting to pay my bills on time no longer was an issue. Clipping coupons became a new hobby. Watching the numbers in my savings account increase at a faster rate than ever before got me pumped. But, as the story goes, my high came crashing down. Thank you Bloomingdale's Friends and Family Sale. 

On a particularly normal day, my best friend, Britney, called and wanted to go to the mall. She and I both have a pretty big obsession with the bath and body store Lush. Our normal routine is to go to Lush and then maybe hit up a store or two on the way out. Once we got there, I remembered the huge sale at Bloomingdales and had to check it out. 

Considering summer was just around the corner, there were definitely a few things I needed in order to be prepared. First of all, I needed to stock up on my make-up. Not only did I have 20% off, Bobby Brown was giving away a free gift. -Obvi. Next, I needed some sunglasses and I could not resist the new fold-up Ray-Bans. They are uni-sex, James and I could share! Of course, there was no way I was about to show up at the pool and beach with the same swimsuit and coverup as the year before, cha-ching! Finally, there it was, the purse I had been searching for. A large white leather Coach purse that was large enough to hold my iPad, a style that would never be dated, and it was understated. You really had to look hard to know it was Coach. (James despises clothing and accessories that have the brand name written all over). 

When it was all said and done, I had saved nearly $200. The bad news... I had spent almost $800. As I paid off my credit card at the customer service desk, the butterflies began. In one hour I had blown through my entire monthly shopping budget. Britney was most likely on her last nerve as I blabbered the whole way home about how much money I had saved and how all of my purchases were necessary. In reality, I was practicing my speech for when I broke the news to my husband. Mentally, I was planning to prepare his favorite meal and get dressed up when my phone rang:

"Babe, did you loose your wallet? Someone made an $800 purchase on your debit card."

"How do you know?" 

"I get alerted if there is a purchase over $500... what's going on?" 

"Well... I was planning on showing you when you got home tonight. Britney and I went shopping and..."

"You're not serious. Do you realize how much trouble you are in?"

Trying my hardest to be nonchalant since Britney was sitting right next to me I replied: "Ok, babe! See you tonight." 

"Hold it young lady, I asked you a question..."

"Yes."

"Yes, what?"

"Yes, sir! Love you, bye!" 

Despite the fact that I was beet red, Britney seemed unaware of my fate. 

Once home, I immediately called James back and started explaining myself. He told me to save it and that we would discuss when he got home. I decided to stick to my plan. I showered, got ready, and started cooking dinner. Thinking that it would help my case if he were able to visualize how much I had actually saved I displayed all of my purchase on the couch in our office. 

Upon his arrival, James kissed me and headed to the office to drop off his brief case. I followed timidly preparing for my presentation. 

"Well, well, well... what do we have here?" He asked somewhat condescendingly as he browsed my collection.

"You see, there was a promotion going on where everything was 20% off and since summer is approaching there were a few things that I needed and this purse- it's gorgeous and will last me forever and I even bought you something- look at these cool Ray-Bans, they fold up!" 

He actually seemed somewhat impressed by the glasses and I couldn't help but notice a smile as he listened to my exasperated explanation. 

"I must admit, you have good taste." 

"Thank you very much!"

"You know that this was completely unacceptable. I am not ok with you making such large purchases without discussing it with me first. You should have picked up your phone and asked my permission and you will from now on. Understood? 

"Yes, sir."

"If something like this happens again, you will be returning all of  your purchases and you will lose your shopping budget for the next month. The only shopping you will do is at the grocery. Understood?"

"Yes, sir."

"Good girl. Now go get your hairbrush."

"Oh, please... I know I messed up, please don't use that thing..." I begged. 

"Now!"

Slowly I headed towards the bathroom only to be hurried along by an extremely hard spank. 

When I returned, he made me put on my new bikini. He wanted me to remember the spanking that was about to come every time I put it on. (He got his wish- I do). 

He started off with his hand but it didn't take long for the stinging to begin. I knew there was a lot to come considering he hadn't even started in with the hairbrush so I did everything I could not to squirm or protest. When I was on the brink of tears he picked up the hairbrush and went to town.

"From now on there will be no un-permitted shopping-sprees." SPANK ATTACK

"I'm sorrrrrrrrrry!!!" 

"I don't care who you are with you will call me and if I say no, there will be no arguments." SPANK ATTACK

"Yes, sir! I will call... please stop!"

At this point the tears were flowing and I was starting to do the uncontrollable hand block, which was quickly intercepted as my hands were trapped behind my back. 

"Next time Britney asks you to go shopping you are going to wear your butt plug as a reminder to behave." (He actually followed through on this one- not fun) SPANK ATTACK 

"No... please...." SERIOUS UPPER THIGH SPANK ATTACK

"Understood, Katherine?"

"Yes, sir" I barely choked out through my sobs.

He gave me the ceremonial final spanks to my sit spot and I was certain I wouldn't sit for quite sometime. 

He held me on his lap and stroked my hair as I settled down. Once my tears had stopped and my breathing was back to normal he instructed me to get in the kitchen and finish dinner because he was starved.

As I reached for the clothes that I had picked out especially for him, he looked at me and said:

"Since you needed that bikini so bad, you get to wear it for the rest of the night. Now go." 

Typically, he gave me a motivational get going spank as I went on my way. 

Once dinner was prepared I decided to set us up to eat at the island since our stools have nice soft cushions. James saw right through my plan, however, and moved our plates to the dining table which is surrounded by antique caned chairs. I refer to them as the torture chairs. Just to insure that I "felt it" he gave me a little warm up before we sat down. 

The Torture Chairs look like this

All throughout dinner I squirmed as I sat there feeling stupid in my bikini. He did make it a bit better by complimenting me on my choice and remarking how sexy I was. 

We cleaned up dinner together and then he told me it was time for bed. I was a little annoyed because it was only 7:30 but knew better than to argue. Luckily, he came upstairs with me and we made love. I asked permission to shower before getting into bed and he approved as he headed downstairs to do some work. 

I went to bed that night feeling pretty good! In the past, a shopping spree of that caliber would have left me broke, stressed, and feeling guilty. That night I felt safe. I knew that my husband was going to take care of me and I knew that I didn't want it any other way. 

The next day James came home with a present for me... a small wooden hairbrush. He informed me that the hairbrush was to have a permanent home in my new purse. When I rolled my eyes, he decided to give it a quick trial run. It certainly gets the job done. Luckily for me, he hasn't had to use it since. Nevertheless, it stays in its home. :)

-Kate

Submissive Beginnings

So here's how it goes. Pretty similar to many accounts from spankos like myself. I cannot remember a time when spanking did not fascinate me. As a child I used to come up with elaborate plots about ways in which I was disciplined. I used to look the word "spanking" up in the dictionary. Anytime anyone told stories of when they were spanked by there parents I listened intently with burning cheeks (not bottom ones yet). 

Around my senior year in high school I started discovering different websites that had spanking stories or short video clips. I was hooked! All throughout college I surfed the net and discovered more about my sexual desires. It was awesome. 

Senior year in college I met a man named Mark from a spanking website.  He was a graduate student at a neighboring school. Although I was pretty nervous about meeting up with a stranger from the internet, I did it, and we pretty much hit it off. We spent a couple of years dating, spanking, and more! I learned so much about who I was and what I desired during those years. 

Mark and I went our separate ways after his graduation. Looking back I view our relationship as a stepping stone. I never really had those typical fantasies of how we would get married, have kids, grow old. He was my mentor. He introduced me into the spanking world and did a fantastic job. He will always have a special place in my heart. 

Through those experiences, I had pretty much figured out what turned me on (I may add to this list later):

• Spanking
• Scolding 
• Butt Plugs
• Replying "Yes, Sir"
• Being called a "Good Girl"
• Having to sit on a hard char when sore
• Being sore 

With all of those things in mind, I lived my life. Working, dating and partying. My social life pretty much got in the way of any potential web-suitors. 

Just around the time I started finding my way as an adult, in walked James. He was handsome, smart and well off. From the moment I met him he gave me a look that made me blush. On our first date I teased him and he said to me "do you need a spanking?" I giggled and turned bright red. I knew he was the one.