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Saturday, 23 February 2013

My husband is not a fan of practical jokes

I have always had a naughty side.

At school I would always do things that were purposefully naughty, despite knowing that I would incur the wrath of my teachers.

I regularly had a mischievous glint in my eye and not much has changed really since I became an adult, mother and wife.

I am constantly winding my beloved husband up, he often says, 'you are a naughty woman', but I usually stay within the lines of polite and loving, and rarely end up OTK after being intentionally badly behaved.

The operative word there is 'USUALLY'!

This week I did something slightly silly.

A few months ago my husband was getting changed, while back stage at a gig (he is a musician).

He was pulling silly poses in the mirror and I took a few photos on my phone, weeing myself with laughter as I did so.

He realised what I was doing and tried to delete them.  I begged him not to, mainly because they made me laugh so much. But he made me swear that I wouldn't put them on Facebook.

I understand why.  His Facebook is for work.  As a musician he contacts his fans on there and has to keep a certain distance from them.  He never puts anything personal on there, it is all music related.

So I did as I was told, like the diligent wife I am.

Then a few months went by and the photos were sat there on my phone.

After a time I had completely forgotten about them.

Then one day, while searching through my old photos, I found them.

And once I knew they were there, it was like they were calling to me.
'Come on, put us on Facebook, think how funny it will be', they kept saying to me.

After considering the ramifications of my actions for a long enough amount of time (approximately three and a half minutes), I put them on facebook, all of them.  Some of him pouting in the mirror, some of him flexing his muscles, and all of them topless.

Then I waited for him to discover them.

I kept laughing all day, until my husband came at me looking like this...

Then he said something long and lecturing about disobedience.

And I ended up looking like this...
Was it worth it?


My husband reads my blog, so not sure I should be honest, otherwise I may end up here again...

Would it still be worth it?......


I think I will stick to no comment!

Sunday, 17 February 2013

Pregnancy spanking position

I miss being able to go over my husband's knee.

I never thought I would say it but spanking is less intimate these days.  I miss being able to hold onto his knees and bury my face!

Nowadays spanking is much more clinical.  In and out, get the job done then have a cuddle.  I'm not sure if this is better or worse, I think I am used to it now.

His new spanking position is rather different.

He now gets me to stand facing the corner of the bed and when I bend over my legs are automatically either side of the corner of the mattress, with my body resting on my elbows and face buried in the duvet. - It is rather an intimate position.

Apart from the odd incident with a heavy rubber spatula (heavy here is the operative word - yikes!), everything else has just been with his hand.

He hasn't needed much more than that, for two reasons. One, I am better behaved since I conceived and two, I am also more sensitive to pain.  Less is more at the moment, I also am very submissive before, and during, punishment and I get the point very early on.  This means for my husband that he doesn't have to punish me as much.

It does mean though that he seems to spank me every week for something or another.  I think he enjoys it, he seems to find a lot of reasons at the moment, none of them particularly serious.

I don't mind.  I am feeling very submissive and can cope with regular low level spanking.  It is lovely to feel our roles being constantly reaffirmed and my hormones are making me even more madly in love with him than usual!

Long may it last.

Thursday, 7 February 2013

Pregnancy makes me very submissive

Carrying my husband's baby is such a lovely experience for me.

It is different this time.  The first time was so new and each day was about the new experience.

This time it feels so sensual and loving.  I feel so completely and utterly his with his child inside of me. Me protecting our child and he, protecting all of us, so well.

When we conceived, it had been around a year since we had a terrible miscarriage  that left me very poorly and in hospital, needing a blood transfusion.

It took me just over six months to get over the fear of how ill it made me and I then started to crave another child.  There is something so primal about breeding, I can't control my need to procreate, no matter how hard I try.

It did however, take my darling boy much longer to feel ready again.  Perhaps double the time it took me.  He told me that as I lay in the emergency room, watching doctors frantically attempt to prevent me from losing so much blood, he thought that I could die.

It took him 15 months to disconnect this from having another child and once he had decided the time was right, he made it his intention to impregnate me.

I had no idea that he had decided the time was right, until he told me so, just as he was removing my clothes in the bedroom!

'I'm going to impregnate you' he whispered into my ear as he removed my Tshirt.

There was something incredibly humbling about the whole experience (which took just over a week to achieve!)

The very act of me submitting to his decision for another child, his control over the process, his success, I don't think there has ever been such an instance to make me feel utterly his, protected by him, but also at his mercy and whim.

It was both arousing and humbling.

Now I am very obviously pregnant, with a waddle and everything! He adores it when I am pregnant.  He finds me so arousing.  What more can a man do to show the world that his lady belongs to him, than to proudly walk arm in arm with her down the street as she quite obviously carries his child.

My darling man works as a musician and 4 or 5 nights a week gets home after I have fallen asleep.  Each night I am awoken to his arm wrapping around me, in our bed, his hand searching under my nightdress to my belly, where he cups our unborn child and wraps us both in his caring protective arm.

I love having his child inside me and I am so lucky to be able to do so.

Last night, as we were making love, he said to me, 'I don't want this to be our last child, I think I need more'.

I think it was the most romantic thing he has ever said to me.

Perhaps our vision won't be so rose tinted after we remember how little a new born baby sleeps!

Sunday, 3 February 2013

It's a girl!

So I am now 22 weeks pregnant and my husband and I have just found out that we are having another girl.


My husband is very happy indeed, he said, 'I love having ladies to protect and take care of'.

Love him!