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I always make a themed birthday feast for Esquire. Past themes have included The King's Feast, The Hunter's Table, Roman Patrician, 1940s Opulence, and Pirate Tavern.
This year is goblincore, as a nod to our living in goblin mode for the past six months. It's much simpler than usual, for two obvious reasons, but I'm pleased to be able to do it at all!
Rediscovery
Once upon a time, I fetishized homemaking. I loved to cook and bake and sew and serve. It felt like a part of my submissive side. Little by little, these things dropped out of my life as I fell into the deep ruts of work and screen time.
Ironic, then, that when I had babies and less time than ever, I got a surge of energy for homemaking. I've done more baking since giving birth than I had in probably five years put together. When the babies were two months old, I hauled out my sewing machine and altered a dress while they looked on from their baby swings. I cook dinner most nights (with a lot of shortcuts). I make my own baby food!
I like it. I hope it stays (Esquire does too).
I miss you! It has been too long. Wherever you are, I hope you & Esq. are happy and healthy. Sending all of my love.
I wish I knew who you were!
Thank you. We are discovering and rediscovering parts of ourselves every minute of this new venture. What a way to liven up our days!
Wow, congratulations!! I am so happy for you and your growing family. Sending all the love & luck your way.
Thank you, anon! We are beyond delighted. Also sleep-deprived.
I'm still here!
Barely, but I'm here. This time I have a pretty good reason for being inactive: Esquire and I had babies! Two of them! Twins!
It's flipping exhausting, but we're in it together, and we've never been more in love. Being Daddy is a good look on Esquire.
I wonder
If my bratting sounded more like teasing and less like being irritable, would Esquire get the hint? Will try this and report back.
I was looking for my Tide pen. It wasnāt where I usually keep it, and I know that I only return it to that one specific drawer. āWhere is my Tide pen?ā I asked Esquire loudly, slamming the drawers in the laundry room open and closed.Ā
He came out of his office.Ā
āI didnāt do anything with it,ā he said.Ā
āYou did, because I always put it in that drawer!ā
āDo you need it right this second? Iāll go get you another one later.ā
I did need it right that second. I very stupidly reupholstered our couch white earlier this year, and then I ate a piece of chocolate on it and of course a tiny crumb had gotten smeared on one of the cushions. This was all, of course, entirely my fault, but that wasnāt stopping me from making it his problem, too. Iām not a brat, and I am not skilled in the gentle poking of the beast that so many of you have mastered. Instead, when it has been many months since Iāve gotten a spanking, it comes out as snips and barbs, a needling attitude designed to get under his skin. Am I proud of this? No. Does it work often? No. But will I get over myself and just tell him what I want? Also no.
It didnāt take him long to find it in a completely different place than usual, somewhere that I wouldnāt even think to put it. I huffed.Ā
āDo you think that maybe you left it out the last time you used it, and thatās why I put it away?ā
āProbably, but why wouldnāt you ask me where it went instead of throwing it in any random place?ā
I took it and blotted the spot on the couch. He continued to stand there. āWell,ā he said. āAre you going to apologize?āĀ
āNo,ā I told him, not even looking up from what I was doing. He stayed for another few seconds and then went back into his office to take a phone call.
I was asking for a spankingābegging, even. But he doesnāt speak the language. In my imagination, he would have put me over his knee right then and there for my attitude, and it would have been a sterner correction than I was angling for. I tested a boundary and found that, while it was there, it wasnāt in the way I wanted. Without the spanking bug, Esquire doesnāt sense the underlying reason for my behavior, and even someone who does have it would be well within their rights to respond with frustration here instead of spanking. Iām not a rude person in general, and I know that I owe him an apology when he gets off the phone. If I had the guts, Iād ask for a spanking while I do it.
Winter Blues
Itās winter again, and I feel just as useless as I did last winter, at least in the writing department. In fact, I think itās been well over a year since Iāve written a single thing (which is why Iāve closed the subscription section of my site for now). Here are some things about the past year, though:
1. I moved! Esquire and I moved back to my hometown, a smaller city than the one Iāve lived in for the past decade. Thereās not as much to do here, although I wasnāt doing very much during the pandemic anyways. During the summer, I took care of the lovely garden, and now in winter I get to sit by the lovely fire. One of our cats hates the cold, it turns out, and has never been as cuddly.
2. We had a wedding! I do not recommend it, honestly. It was very stressful, as it happened the same week that the news about Delta broke. Everyone was vaccinated, but a member of my bridal party tested positive the day before the wedding. We almost canceled, but ended up moving it outdoors instead. My mom was a nightmare to the vendors I hired. I truly wish weād left it at our elopement. The only good thing was I got to see my sister for the first time in two years, and she is a TREASURE. That, and no one else got COVID from the wedding.
3. We also had a memorial for my grandparents, at the beach where they lived during my childhood and where we had the wedding. They took their own lives in spring of 2020, right at the beginning of the pandemic. I canāt stop thinking about their final days, of how they might have decided it was time, of them going in solidarity, despite their differences. The wedding was horrendous, but the memorial, where the whole family stood shrouded in mist at the oceanās edge and tossed their ashes into the wavesāI think that was worth it.
4. I left my comfortable job where I had a team I loved and supervisors who gave me great feedback about my work and started a new one where I am on the verge of a panic attack all the time. I never get any real feedback from my boss aside from the occasional āYouāre doing great!ā, and the clients constantly email me to complain about things I canāt control. As someone who thrives on accountability, this is something of a nightmare. At least my colleagues have become a lot more friendly to me recently. Iāve mostly forgotten how to socialize, so this is a big step.
So anyway, thatās what Iāve been up to, instead of writing. Iāll get back to it one of these days, as soon as Iāve finished writing thank-you notes from the wedding and unpacking those last four boxes from the move.
Itās been sooo long! Glad to see you online again. Youāre my fave tumblr spanko.
What a lovely message, thank you! I had an exhausting year, but I hope to be online a little more now!
My mom wants to buy Esquire some athletic pants for Christmas, so we looked at some online together. I was NOT prepared for her to ask me ONE BILLION times if I thought he would like theĀ ādiscipline pantsā from Lululemon.Ā
Esquire and I used this poem in our wedding vows!
replace one word of your url with bitch
Iām a bitch caw caw
spoopy-bitch-writes
not bad actually
a-chaotic-bitch
still fitsš
anonymousbitchhere
Call-me-bitch
Lokis-Bitch-nut
or
Lokis-left-bitch
Bitch-Thoughts
Latent-Bitch
missarisanite(bitch)*e*s
BitchHunny š¤£
BitchTar š
Bitchperfection
Finally. I am bitchboy <3
The Word Bitch. Okay, that works XD
bitchruns
Maria the bitch
š¤·š»āāļøš¤
The-queer-bitch
Honestlyā¦ Whatās the difference??
Papis bitch, bitch trouble. Yep š¤·š¼āāļø
bitch with pen
bitch over the knee
I really wonder if a significant percentage of submissives have ADHD. A lot of my submissive tendencies overlap with my tendency towards disorganization and chaos.Ā
I always have the best of intentions, but itās the lack of follow-through for me. SUCH LACK OF FOLLOW-THROUGH.
Your wife has earned herself a spanking...but you'll have to catch her first.
New interactive fiction story up in my membersā section!
Should I spank my vassal?
