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Well said and so very true. Great comes from experience, bravery and a willingness to face difficult things. You earn "great" through effort. And it's all the sweeter for it.
Maybe you should fuck yourself on my fingers like a desperate little slut while I whisper degrading things in your ear with my hand wrapped around your throat? I wasn't asking.
Uhhhh, you kinda were when you added the question mark....
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Maybe you should fuck yourself on my fingers like a desperate little slut while I whisper degrading things in your ear with my hand wrapped around your throat? I wasn't asking.
Uhhhh, you kinda were when you added the question mark....
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Snuggling up with Daddy had a way of making all those every-day worries disappear without a trace, as if they never existed. He’s presence in your life had such a calming effect, giving you all the reassurances you needed that everything would be okay, one way or another.
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@cynicaldom told me to start washing a load of towels. I did, but I realized the dryer had clothing left in it that included some of his clothing. Shit. I have a rule that says I can’t leave clothing in the dryer. I bring it to the living room and fold it just a few feet from him. He doesn’t say anything. I was surprised he didn’t notice. I knew he had been struggling with depression. He’s always a bit less aware or focused when he’s depressed. I wish I would have been more understanding, but instead, I was childish. I thought that if he wasn’t going to notice then why should I get in trouble over it? If he doesn’t notice then it doesn’t matter, right? Wrong, of course. Him not noticing doesn’t change what I’ve committed to. But in my grumpy mood, I convinced myself not to confess.
I essentially stayed in that headspace for two weeks, off and on. “It doesn’t matter” became my excuse to ignore a variety of little rules and details. There were at least half a dozen little rules broken. The dog food container got left open. I neglected to pick up a couple of glasses that were in the living room when I did the dishes (it’s supposed to be all of them, every time). I made the executive decision to take something off my schedule when I should have gotten his approval. I didn’t finish my last glass of water one night. Some of them were genuine mistakes. I found myself surprised at how quickly I lost focus on the details, how easily I overlooked things once I knew he wasn’t watching as closely as usual. A couple weren’t just accidents. A couple were tantrums because I was frustrated by his slight change in presence and convinced myself I was somehow justified, that him slipping a bit accidentally meant I could toss things aside on purpose.
One day he noticed he hadn’t seen me eating much and asked me to tell him what all I had ate that day. I told him. It was one junk meal and a couple of snacks. He was asking me near bedtime. He made me eat a yogurt before going to bed, which I struggled with a little bit. I tried wrinkling my nose and sort of shrugging off the conversation. He stared at me until I responded to his questions, and kept on me when I said I would eat a yogurt but didn’t stand up to go get one. It occurred to me that I was giving into his will, I was submitting - in this way that isn’t a requirement or a routine. I was a little whiny about it, but I wasn’t about to consider saying “it doesn’t matter.” or trying to truly reject his leadership in this way. The reason was, he was watching, and I would never disobey him when he’s watching…because I know he cares and wouldn’t let anything slide if he saw it in the sense of truly noticing it.
I also started realizing how during my two-week tantrum, I kept doing all the big things. The dishes, my workouts, following all direct instructions. I do these things always because they are obvious, they can’t go unnoticed. I did the big, obvious chores because I knew I’d be in major hot water if I didn’t because he’d see it. I never doubt that if he catches something he’ll follow through, because I know he cares. So it’s ridiculous that I could convince myself if he didn’t notice me acting out, silently and in the shadows, that meant it didn’t matter.
Reality set in, and I knew it would be painful but I had to confess. I knew I would break his heart. I expected a pretty rough punishment. I expected serious disappointment. It took me a couple of days to find the courage, and it only came after he kept asking me what was up. He knew there was something I wasn’t saying and started trying to crack my shell. So I cracked, but we had been messing around and laughing moments before. So it came out in a tone of voice and in a setting that felt really inappropriate for how serious the situation was.
I told him something like “I’ve done a lot of stupid little things that you haven’t noticed. I know you’ve been depressed and that’s why and I’m sorry.” his eyes just seemed so blank. He was so quiet. I wanted to cry but I just wasn’t vulnerable enough to let it out. The air was just so tense and awkward. I eventually asked him what he was thinking and he said “I don’t know” and I knew he really had no idea what to think or feel. It worried me. I’m not used to seeing him thrown off like that. I didn’t know how to feel about his reaction. It gave me anxiety. I told him “I like you” which is our ‘I love you’. He said it back earnestly, nodding and looking me deep in the eyes. I know he’s trying to reassure me but my anxiety ran away with me anyway. The next two days are awkward. He’s quiet and withdrawn, more than is typical when he is depressed, he seems lost more than anything. He never said anything to me other than he didn’t know how he felt about what I confessed. So I don’t know for sure what he is thinking or feeling. I just kind of push through, waiting on a response, trying not to let my thoughts run wild. The second morning, he wakes up after I do. He calls me into the bedroom to cuddle. This is typically common for us, but it hadn’t happened in a while so it feels like coming home. I massage him and we cuddle. He’s more talkative, he is clearly feeling better. I’m happy to feel more like us but I’m so confused about how we never talked through what happened. I hate not having clarity. I hate feeling like this huge mistake is stuck between us.
We go on to have a good day that feels pretty normal. When he comes out of the bedroom holding his belt I don’t realize what his plans are at first. He motions for me to stand up and he takes off my leggings and panties. I step towards the arm of his chair, assuming he’ll put me over it but he sits down instead. I realize the belt is folded really short. ‘Oh…wait..’ I think as it starts to occur to me what is going on. We play in the living room once in a while, but always bent over the furniture, not over his knee. I don’t think he’s ever used his belt for punishment. It’s new territory all around, but my gut knows where it’s headed. As I go over his knee I bend my arm across my lower back, in place for him to hold it. Hoping proactive submission may help somehow. I imagine my expression would have been comical to watch because the first blow is shockingly painful. I don’t really have coherent thoughts for the first few blows, I’m just in shock at the intensity. He pauses and says “When you disobey me when I am depressed you are not being my partner.” and I go from being unable to think about anything but the pain, to being unable to think of anything but those words. I’m instantly sobbing.
In these two days of awkward distance since I confessed, and in the day or two of worrying before confessing, I’ve felt very guilty. I’ve felt ashamed of how childish, selfish and immature I’ve been. I’ve been disappointed in myself for not digging deeper to stay the course and act like I should until he got feeling better. But I hadn’t thought of it quite the way he put it. It hadn’t quite hit me that skirting the little rules, and the details of rules when I know he wouldn’t notice wasn’t just blowing off our D/s, it was rejecting him. I wasn’t partnering with him in our D/s, I wasn’t supporting him or his dominance over me. Once we had a question sent in for the podcast about whether or not we could go back to being vanilla now. He said no, and explained how D/s allows us to connect more intimately than we could before. Going back wouldn’t work because D/s is how we connect the deepest, it is the core of our intimacy. That’s why blowing off the rules is rejecting him, and us. I sob through the spanking, and I think he’s starting to let up as he almost pauses, but he just sighs and then tightens his grip on my arm that he’s holding and lays into me even harder for a handful of more to finish it off. He lets me cry over his lap for a bit and then he tells me to stand. His voice isn’t soft yet, I know something is up, I know we aren’t done but I don’t know what that means.
He guides me towards a corner. I’ve never done cornertime before. We’ve talked about the possibility. We’ve talked about how for a typical mistake, it may make me run away with guilt too much, how I don’t usually need help with headspace in a punishment. We talked about how if I were to be angry when I should feel guilty, maybe corner time would be used. I knew this tool was in his toolbox, but he’s never felt the need to use it. I’m not angry now, I’m already feeling guilty, this isn’t to get me into a new emotion. I know it’s just to make me sit with the feeling I already have. With both of his hands on my shoulders, standing behind me he talks into my ear. “ You’re going to stand here for 20 minutes. Unless it gets to be too much, then you come sit on my lap.” I can’t find my voice so I just nod.
It wasn’t what I thought it would be, or how I’ve read it feels to other submissives. It’s hot and sticky to cry with your nose in a corner, your breath bouncing back on your face. I’ve read about how embarrassing it is, like the embarrassment is the real punishment. It didn’t really occur to me that my whipped ass was on display until I adjusted my arms across my back and my fingers felt the heat off my butt. I’ve heard people say the boringness of staring at a wall is the punishing part. I didn’t get bored. I was consumed with my thoughts. I just stood there crying for 20 minutes, thinking about how this was a huge mistake. Easily my biggest failing this year, probably in two years. Thinking about how I hurt my Daddy so much it took him two days to process it himself and to deal with me. How I disappointed him, and how he was surprised at what I’ve done because he thinks higher of me than this. How I hurt our relationship. I tried to think of what I could say to him once I was done. Towards the end I started to calm down a bit. My eyes and throat itched, my stomach hurt - but the crying was cleansing too. As difficult as it was, I realized while still standing in the corner that I’m lucky that he’s willing to punish me because I need the catharsis.
He physically pulled me from the corner at the end, and onto his lap. I buried my head in his neck and my hand into his beard. Having no physical distance between us was comforting, but sensing how the emotional gap had disappeared felt far better. I cried more. “I’m sorry that I wasn’t watching you closer. This is all done now. It’s over.” he said. I cried harder. It took me a while to find my voice. “I’m sorry.” I finally squeaked out. “Oh, I know you are.” he said in a voice so soft and genuinely that it hurt. I tried finding words but couldn’t. “No. It’s done. It’s over.” he said in response to seeing me try to find something to say. I shook my head. “I know. I do. But I just want to say that I appreciate you. It’s awful. I know it must be hard for you. I’m sorry for making you do this. I mean..not ‘making’ you? But..just..for putting us in this situation where it’s needed? I don’t know how to say it right..” he said he understood my point. We sat together for a long time.
Our relationship ebbs and flows a bit. At it’s best, it sometimes feels like we are two parts of the same whole. We click, we work together in a way that feels too seamless to be separate. It can’t stay seamless all the time, life, emotions, mental illness, stress, other things get in the way sometimes and cause a gap. Often I feel a bit more of a gap when he’s depressed even though he does his best to remain present, I can just feel the fog as it comes over him. I don’t like that gap, but behaving poorly isn’t the way to close the distance. He doesn’t deserve the hurt I cause when I disobey him and it makes things so much worse for our relationship. I need to do my very best to hold firm to my submission, to stay in place, that’s how I keep the gap as small as possible. Neglecting my submission kicks at our D/s which turns the gap into a crater. I’m going to do better.
I was extremely angry when she first told me. I was quiet because I doubted my anger, in my experience anger is almost never the root emotion, it’s a defense mechanism to externalize negative feelings. I needed time to process. While I knew being quiet would disturb her, that wasn’t my goal. If I yelled it would hurt her very deeply, and in those moments all I felt I could do was yell all out my half-baked anger, or be quiet until I understood what I was feeling.
At first, all I saw was how she did me wrong. I had been depressed, I thought my emotional pain was not validated and accounted for, only my failures were. She should have came to me and voiced her dissatisfaction. Hell, she was trying to coerce me with guilt into acting the way she wanted by acting out!
It took a couple days, but I fought past my anger and eventually came to a different conclusion.
My anger mostly subsided when I considered her perspective. I was less present when I was depressed, I paid less attention to her when I was in a head space where she thought that I start to shut down things I found burdensome.
I had communicated to her that being her Dominant was a burden.
And I expected her to come to me with her dissatisfaction, to explicitly say to me aloud that she needed more of what I apparently found burdensome, when I was already hurting. What recourse had I really left her, knowing her as I do? She didn’t know what to do, she froze, and she acted out of instinct. She did not consciously & passive-aggressively lash out at me with the intent to coerce me, she just fucked up.
Depression is not actually a head space where you eliminate things you consider burdensome, it’s a head space where you cannot easily see over the horizon of effort. You become self-centered to a fault, your mind believes it needs all of it’s energy to process what it’s experiencing.
Being her Dominant is not a burden, this process has helped me come out of my fog, as it has before. A burden is hole you throw effort into without exchange.
All this does not absolve her wrong doing. I have made sure she knows, in her heart, that coming to me directly with her needs will never be an attack on me. Making sure her needs and my needs are met will never be a place where we struggle for power.
But, and again, it’s a big but, that is very easy to say in theory. It’s another thing to come to your depressed Dom and discuss how your needs are not being met while not wanting to hurt them. I put her in a hard spot! Yes, we both fucked up, but I share responsibility in her fuckup.
I am not writing this to excoriate myself, to say I do not deserve understanding in a time of weakness. But I signed up to hold myself to a higher standard. I will never be an infallible arbiter of two people’s destiny, but I can get closer with each failure. That requires not hating myself for my failures, but above all, not excusing myself for them either. And that’s not just on the Dom side, she can’t excuse her mistakes either, and I’m proud of her that she doesn’t.
When I spanked her, I communicated how I felt hurt in a single sentence that I knew she would understand. I said when I’m depressed and you disobey me you’re not my partner. She understood instantly. My feelings were validated.
I felt betrayed that she did not factor in the pain I was going through when she acted out, that she didn’t come talk to me instead. But she felt betrayed when I turned inward to nurse my wounds, when I forgot about her.
She knows acting out is not acceptable in our relationship, that she needs to communicate her feelings explicitly. I know my depression is not an excuse to not be present. We’re using OurHome now to make sure she follows the rules, and to make sure that I check and watch that she’s following the rules.
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I want the silly things. I want to jump on the bed and have pillow fights and dance like fools. I want to build blanket forts and make s'mores at 2 am just because you want some and walk in the the rain until we are both soaked to the skin and jump in puddles and laugh until it hurts.
And then I want you to tie me to the bed and fuck me until I scream…
How good does that sound!
She was in one of those moods, frustrated, complaining; nothing was right. I looked up at her from my seat. My sweet, petulant, little Princess.
I knew exactly what she needed in that moment. She knew it too. She just hadn’t vocalised it yet.
Mid sentence, I grabbed her quickly and threw her over my knee. Spanking her ass forcefully. The more she squirmed, the harder I struck.
“It’s ok, Princess. Submit”, I softly yet firmly instructed her, as my hand rained down on her repeatedly.
The tears silently rolled down her cheeks, washing away her frustrations as they fell. Scooping her into my loving arms, she nuzzled into my strong neck. “Thank you, Sir”, she whispered. I smiled at her sweetly, tenderly kissing her on the nose. “It’s ok, Princess. I’ve got you”.
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