Just to let you know that I may not be posting for a little while as I need to take care of my oldest daughter, she, the one who lives for sport has, via a bad long jump, snapped two of the ligaments in her knee and will need to have an operation in a couple of days to repair the damage.
She is not in a lot of physical pain, at least not until she has the op, but mentally she is devastated as this is going to mean that she cannot play the sports which are her life for quite a few months. Yes she will be able to play them in say a year, but a year is forever when you are only 15. Seeing my daughter who has been through so much already in her short life in so much pain is really tearing me apart, it just is NOT FAIR, why her, she does not deserve this at all.
I just wish it could be me.
25/04/2008
16/04/2008
Unexpected benefits of a DD lifestyle
Some things I did not expect when I started on this interesting lifestyle.
1. DD seems to give me more than 24 hours in a day
One of our rules is that I have to make the bed before I leave for work (provided that Andrew is not still in it of course). In the past this was just one of the things that I "just did not have time to do", but with 'serious consequences' to face if I do not do this it has obviously moved a little higher on my priority list. The thing is, I still get up at the same time as I did before DD, and I still leave the house at the same time to go to work, yet I also always seem to have time to make the bed. Where did that 'extra' time come from?
2. DD Makes me take care of myself much more than before - in body
The main thing that I never had "time to do" was to really take care of myself, I was always at the bottom of my own priority list. But as the man I love gets to see me "au naturel" so regularly, with the lights on (!) , I realised that I both needed and wanted, to take care of my physical appearance much more. Somehow now I manage to "make the time" to regularly shave my legs and other bits, and my skin has never been in such good shape as I am now a regular at the Body Shop, indulging myself by working my way through their fantastic range of body scrubs and body butters. Mango and Strawberry are my current favourites.
The physical side of taking care of myself is also taken care of by DD. I have always struggled with my weight. I was severely bullied at school because of it and have really struggled with the resulting poor body image that this has given me. I have been trying very hard over the last year and a half to rectify this, I very much did not want to be "fat and forty", I wanted to be "fit and forty". I have not been doing too badly but really needed some help in this area to keep me focussed. As diets clearly do not work what I really needed was to stick to a good exercise routine. Hence, one of our rules states that I need to do 20 minutes of exercise at least 4 times a week. If I do not then as well as a punishment spanking for each session missed then the following week I have to find the time to do 4 times 40 minutes of exercise. This does somewhat focus my mind and I rarely miss a session unless work is so hectic that I cannot escape at lunchtime to go to the gym. In fact, I have now come to enjoy these gym sessions so much that I often do spend 40 minutes a time! I can also run 5km in under 40 minutes now, this from the girl who would break out in a sweat just thinking about doing exercise!
- and in mind -
This taking the time to care about how I look and my exercise regime which has resulted in some really significant changes to my figure (I was a UK size 22-24 and am now a 14-16), has also done a great amount of good to my mind and my self confidence too. For the first time I can look in a mirror and not hate what I see.
Great isn't it!
Hil
1. DD seems to give me more than 24 hours in a day
One of our rules is that I have to make the bed before I leave for work (provided that Andrew is not still in it of course). In the past this was just one of the things that I "just did not have time to do", but with 'serious consequences' to face if I do not do this it has obviously moved a little higher on my priority list. The thing is, I still get up at the same time as I did before DD, and I still leave the house at the same time to go to work, yet I also always seem to have time to make the bed. Where did that 'extra' time come from?
2. DD Makes me take care of myself much more than before - in body
The main thing that I never had "time to do" was to really take care of myself, I was always at the bottom of my own priority list. But as the man I love gets to see me "au naturel" so regularly, with the lights on (!) , I realised that I both needed and wanted, to take care of my physical appearance much more. Somehow now I manage to "make the time" to regularly shave my legs and other bits, and my skin has never been in such good shape as I am now a regular at the Body Shop, indulging myself by working my way through their fantastic range of body scrubs and body butters. Mango and Strawberry are my current favourites.
The physical side of taking care of myself is also taken care of by DD. I have always struggled with my weight. I was severely bullied at school because of it and have really struggled with the resulting poor body image that this has given me. I have been trying very hard over the last year and a half to rectify this, I very much did not want to be "fat and forty", I wanted to be "fit and forty". I have not been doing too badly but really needed some help in this area to keep me focussed. As diets clearly do not work what I really needed was to stick to a good exercise routine. Hence, one of our rules states that I need to do 20 minutes of exercise at least 4 times a week. If I do not then as well as a punishment spanking for each session missed then the following week I have to find the time to do 4 times 40 minutes of exercise. This does somewhat focus my mind and I rarely miss a session unless work is so hectic that I cannot escape at lunchtime to go to the gym. In fact, I have now come to enjoy these gym sessions so much that I often do spend 40 minutes a time! I can also run 5km in under 40 minutes now, this from the girl who would break out in a sweat just thinking about doing exercise!
- and in mind -
This taking the time to care about how I look and my exercise regime which has resulted in some really significant changes to my figure (I was a UK size 22-24 and am now a 14-16), has also done a great amount of good to my mind and my self confidence too. For the first time I can look in a mirror and not hate what I see.
Great isn't it!
Hil
08/04/2008
The HOH responds
Hil, I did not look upon the brat loop paddle with "glee" - well, for no more than five minutes at any rate. The real challenge was in actually using it and being more than somewhat awestruck at the sheer amount of pain that even mild applications of this new instrument can cause. This in turn raises real issues as to what exactly constitutes a "punishment" spanking? Given that I have an amazing propensity to cause very justifiable wrath in my partner, I only wish to reserve it for those few occasions when my conscience is clear. The deterrent factor works on both parties - including the HOH. This is part of an ongoing realisation that DD should teach the HOH the very real merits of self-control and self-discipline. Indeed, if he does not respect himself then who will...
Andrew
Andrew
06/04/2008
Gentlemen, select your weapon ...
From my previous post I mentioned our broken "favourite" implement which set me thinking about what favourite should mean in this sense, from my perspective being at the spanked end favourite could mean the least painful device (to save my poor backside!!) but could equally be the most effective one, the one which enables me to reach what I call my state of "catharsis" the fastest. This may not of course be the most painful implement as, in my case, if the spanking is too painful then I am able only to focus on the pain and not to think clearly about the reasons behind it, finding catharsis impossible to achieve. Thus I think Andrew and I would both agree that the most effective implement is our joint favourite for maintenance spankings.
Alternatively for a punnishment spanking we will probably differ in opinion, I would vote for the least damaging and painful of our implements (given my terrible propensity for gaining punnishment spankings over the last few weeks) but he will vote for the most painful as that will be the biggest deterent to a repeat of the behaviour which led to the spanking in the first place.
So as previously explained having broken our nice large wooden spatula paddle I purchased a tawse and a brat loop paddle from LeatherThorn Paddles (pictures above), and after having retrieved them from the clutches of the German customs I brought them home for Andrew to try. I can say that they are super, and fortunately look like they will last for a long time as I do not want to repeat that customs experience anytime soon! Unfortunately they are also both extremely effective.
The tawse is great for a slow thorough maintenance spanking and the intensity of the spanking can easily be varied with a larger or smaller flick of the wrist from him. But, Andrew has, with great glee, selected the brat loop as his "weapon of choice" for all punnishment spankings from here on as during our road test it was so very effective and excruciatingly painful that I begged him to stop, thus he has decided that as I hate it so much I will be keen to avoid it at all costs and will thus be on my best behaviour. Perhaps I should have let the Custom's men keep the parcel after all.
So come on lurkers, share your favourite implements with me too!
Hil
02/04/2008
An amusing aside to brighten your day!
So here is the situation, Andrew having broken our favourite wooden paddle (or was it my backside that broke it and perhaps 'favourite' is not quite the right word as it was a rather "efficient" tool),a month ago I ordered a couple of substitutes from LeatherThorn Paddles in the USA. I had rather given up hope of receiving them as the expected 6-10 days for delivery had long been exceeded. I assumed perhaps some other spanko or DD'er had intercepted and pinched my parcel!
However, finally yesterday I received a letter from the German Custom's Office summoning me to their office to collect my parcel. I was ordered to bring my payment details and my order receipt. Naturally I had my PayPal payment details but the only order receipt I had was an e-mail from John at LeatherThorn complete with a photograph of the box, the post receipt and also the goods themselves, this I did not want to have to show.
I approached the office with some trepidation, having seen the scary and officious Custom's Officers at the airport in their police type uniforms with lots of shiny silver pips and not looking forward to entering such an austere environment to collect a parcel containing such "dubious" items.
Although there was actually no one in such a uniform the Custom's Office was open plan containing seven people, all men, gulp. I presented my slip and the chap toddled off to get the parcel, so far so good. He brought it back and then asked me for the documentation of which I provided the "safe" versions without the photos. He then asked for details of the payment and how much the actual goods cost as he could not understand the English in all my documents. I explained different figures which represented the cost of the actual items and the cost to post them from the US to Germany.
He seemed happy with this info but then asked me to explain what items the package actually contained, oh help, I took a couple of deep breaths and said that it was, roughly translated (as I did not know the correct words in German), "play things", more deep breaths from me as he calmly said, "Oh, toys", "Yes" said I. He went back to his desk and I prayed that this was going to be all he wanted to know. Unfortunately all he did was to retrieve a large knife from his desk and indicate to me that I should open the parcel so he could view these items, aahhh, now what was I to do. My face was now turning as red as my backside from my maintenance session the night before and totally embarrassed I, of course, fumbled cutting through the large quantities of tape that surrounded the parcel and the plastic within it and with a well faked casual attitude pulled my spanking new implements (pun intended!) out of the box, furtively looking left and right to see if anyone had actually noticed . "Ah, fine", he said, "just some leather things.", "yes", said I starting to breath again, "just some leather things", gulp!
He returned once more to his desk and I was expecting him to call all his colleagues over to look at the amusing devices the sad Englishwoman had bought but instead he just entered a few figures into his computer, printed out a couple of documents, stamped a few of them (stamps are VERY, VERY important in Germany for everything), handed me a bill for the German tax I had to pay and pointed me to the cash desk.
I grabbed the parcel and receipts, ran to the cash desk, paid the bill and then legged it out of there as fast as I could.
I do hope that these implements last a long time, I do not want to repeat that exercise for a while!
Hil
However, finally yesterday I received a letter from the German Custom's Office summoning me to their office to collect my parcel. I was ordered to bring my payment details and my order receipt. Naturally I had my PayPal payment details but the only order receipt I had was an e-mail from John at LeatherThorn complete with a photograph of the box, the post receipt and also the goods themselves, this I did not want to have to show.
I approached the office with some trepidation, having seen the scary and officious Custom's Officers at the airport in their police type uniforms with lots of shiny silver pips and not looking forward to entering such an austere environment to collect a parcel containing such "dubious" items.
Although there was actually no one in such a uniform the Custom's Office was open plan containing seven people, all men, gulp. I presented my slip and the chap toddled off to get the parcel, so far so good. He brought it back and then asked me for the documentation of which I provided the "safe" versions without the photos. He then asked for details of the payment and how much the actual goods cost as he could not understand the English in all my documents. I explained different figures which represented the cost of the actual items and the cost to post them from the US to Germany.
He seemed happy with this info but then asked me to explain what items the package actually contained, oh help, I took a couple of deep breaths and said that it was, roughly translated (as I did not know the correct words in German), "play things", more deep breaths from me as he calmly said, "Oh, toys", "Yes" said I. He went back to his desk and I prayed that this was going to be all he wanted to know. Unfortunately all he did was to retrieve a large knife from his desk and indicate to me that I should open the parcel so he could view these items, aahhh, now what was I to do. My face was now turning as red as my backside from my maintenance session the night before and totally embarrassed I, of course, fumbled cutting through the large quantities of tape that surrounded the parcel and the plastic within it and with a well faked casual attitude pulled my spanking new implements (pun intended!) out of the box, furtively looking left and right to see if anyone had actually noticed . "Ah, fine", he said, "just some leather things.", "yes", said I starting to breath again, "just some leather things", gulp!
He returned once more to his desk and I was expecting him to call all his colleagues over to look at the amusing devices the sad Englishwoman had bought but instead he just entered a few figures into his computer, printed out a couple of documents, stamped a few of them (stamps are VERY, VERY important in Germany for everything), handed me a bill for the German tax I had to pay and pointed me to the cash desk.
I grabbed the parcel and receipts, ran to the cash desk, paid the bill and then legged it out of there as fast as I could.
I do hope that these implements last a long time, I do not want to repeat that exercise for a while!
Hil
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