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Reblog if you have a spanking blog

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Long time fascination with spanking

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My parents….

Yes, submissives have parents. We’re not hatched. I have this photograph of them framed on a wall. She was his princess. He was always looking at her like this, even on her death bed. They wouldn’t have even known what D/s was, but they lived it.

She openly and utterly adored him. She knew his every need and saw to it without needing to be asked. She relied on his calm. He was her rock.

He created a world of order and predictability. He never raised his voice or his hand. He always made the decisions after they talked through things. But he decided.

They had rituals and protocols, although they never called them that. And when Alzheimer’s came to slowly steal her mind, their decades of these were the only thing that soothed and calmed her. Even when she didn’t know his name, she responded to “Who’s my best girl?” with “I’m always my best for you.”

And when it was time for her to go, he looked down at her, placed his hands over her eyes, closing them “Shhhh… it’s time for you to rest. Go on now. Go and get things ready for me. I’ll be along shortly.”

Hand to God, her last words were “Yes Sir….”

She died quietly about 36 hours later.

My parents had no idea what D/s is. But they lived the principles of the Power Exchange. And I am certain everything was ready for him when he joined her.

Holidays always get me thinking about them….

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This story is so sweet that I choose to believe it is true and am reblogging it to make more people smile.

submissive-seeking

@caringasshole it’s very true….

Top pic is my Dad at age 17 in a B-17 over Germany during WWII. He was a belly gunner.

Middle pic is me looking at him.

Bottom pic is the last pic taken about a week before his own death in his 90’s.

It was only after my own entry into D/s that I recognized the Power Exchange in their marriage. My short blurd about them skipped over the ravages of Alzheimer’s and how it broke our hearts. It avoided the dark sadness that weighed on him for the years he carried on alone after her death.

My dad was a class act and always teaching me how to live with dignity and honor by example. When he died at home with us, he was mostly semi-conscious for a day or so when he had a short burst of energy. He woke up, and asked for chocolate ice cream and wine. He ate a few bites, drank a few sips and said he was tired and “Hey, thanks for your all help…” He went to sleep and died the next day.

His last life lesson to me was….

Eat the Chocolate

Drink the Wine

Always Say Thank you

♾

Thank you for the reblog and kind words.

submissive-seeking

Reblogged per request…

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For the Anon who mentioned that her parents had what would be described as a “D/s” relationship without having a way to describe it. I suspect it was more common than some people might think. THIS ☝️☝️☝️ is the heart of it, not the kink-centric “public face.”