Friday, May 29

My Upcoming Spanking

As you all can imagine, I've been absolutely obsessing over the spanking I am due to receive on Sunday evening from my Dad.

Will this be me Sunday evening???

The circumstances leading up to this are detailed in A Promise Made in case you missed it. It's not what you think. It's not a punishment per se, although I expect it will feel like it. It's my Mom and Dad catering to their grown-up daughter's silly request.

My flirting with being spanked in a family setting was first exposed to my Mom and Dad more than two years ago. I set it up in advance with David. I playfully (and inappropriately) swatted his bum while he was standing chatting with Mom, and so he "chased me down", turned me under his arm, and gave me six hard swats to the seat of my dress in front of the extended family.

 Julie Spanked in Front of Family

This was done with the explicit permission and encouragement of my Dad. David asked him, as a joke sort of, if he was allowed to give me "just one" as I dangled there ass out after he had caught me. Dad told him to give me more than one! I got six zingers over the seat of my tight dress while everybody watched.  It was played as more a sort of fun affair, but as I wrote at the time,
I am proud that I am married to a man who knows what a woman sometimes needs and gives it to her regardless of who is there to see it!
My Dad definitely enjoyed it and my Mom was very tolerant of it. My younger sister was disgusted, and Sue, my older sister, thought it was hilarious. My younger sister's teenage sons and her husband also saw it. They seemed to enjoy it also! I think there's something universal about a "naughty wife" being playfully spanked on the seat of her dress by her husband. It was very clear (due to all my giggling and my cheeky naughtiness leading up to it) that it was playful with no hint of abuse.

That event, more than anything, set me off on more submissive thoughts regarding my husband taking on a more dominant role in my life, with my family as witness to it. I wanted it "out there" among those I loved. As a badge of some sort. As well, I wallowed in all manner of public spanking fantasies, such as the one below, imagining that David had raised my dress not knowing I was not wearing panties.

I also spun off into fantasies of my Dad spanking me, in the most embarrassing ways, such as bare breasted.

or whipped,

Eventually those extreme thoughts faded, though they still lingered, and I became increasingly more and more subby generally, though I could (and can) still readily switch into Domme mode.

That domestic submissive thinking re-surfaced with a fury over the past two months where, as described in Julie Spanked for Being Irresponsible, David had legitimate cause to spank me (against'ish my will), but at home, in private, and very much for real. I was spanked then stood in the corner with my hands on my head and my freshly spanked ass on display as I was  lectured. I found myself (legitimately) receptive in that state, and legitimately obedient fearing a continuation or escalation of my spanking which had already brought me to tears.

As continuation of all this, my Mom and Dad were told about it as it involved me endangering them. This revelation was very embarrassing for me, as it was not a play spanking, but a real one for real justifiable reasons (if you are of the camp that spanking a woman is ever justifiable, which I am).

I must say though, they did not take it too seriously. Partly because they thought what I had done was not too serious (David disagreed, and it was his assessment that mattered!). So they assumed we were playing and their reaction was a combination of amused and supportive of my at-home spanking from David (they spanked me growing up, but only until age 10, so they were not against the notion totally). They also think it is cute and sexy for David to be doing that to me "against my will" (nudge-nudge wink-wink) or not.

The whole incident had me spinning in submissive space, and really, really craving to be taken in hand properly. We subsequently tried a DD Contract of sorts that did not work out as written, but the essence of it is intact. David spanks and otherwise punishes me whenever and wherever I need it, at his sole discretion.

When I was still very much in DD Contract mode,  I really, really wanted to tell my close family that we were adopting this as a new lifestyle: the dominant husband and the disciplined wife. I admit I am obsessed with them knowing that and taking it more seriously. It's not just nudge-nudge wink-wink fun. There's an emotional need wrapped up in there somewhere that I feel is very important to me. (Yes, it's all me me me, I get it.)

So one Sunday, David and I were alone with Mom and Dad, and I told them about our new "lifestyle" (Honesty is the Best Policy). Mom and Dad expressed zero surprise at the announcement that I had become a disciplined wife. She and Dad had already figured that much out. I still felt they took it lightly, as if indulging a child (which was in fact what they were doing), and treating it as naughty fun.

I explained a bit more about why I wanted this. As I mentioned above, I actually have two motivations. Yes, one is sexy, but the other is emotional. I focused exclusively on the emotional component, the idea of regaining my inner child through childish treatment and temporary abdication of responsibility from being self-disciplined to being externally disciplined. I think it's similar to what my blog friend michael is going through with his weight loss problem he describes at Held Accountable: giving his self-discipline a motivational boost by "pretending" (honestly pretending) at external discipline.

Mom was very understanding. She thought it was sweet and sexy as between a husband and wife. It was going so well that David told them that part of what I craved was for them to be involved in some way. One thing led to another and David wound up giving me a demonstration spanking in front of them. Full bare bum and everything  Oh God, that was so embarrassing yet exciting!

This was literally the view my Dad and Mom had.

Having my Dad see me like that, submissive, spanked, on display, really had my fantasies around being spanked by him spinning up. My folks played it off as no big deal to see me like that. I am their baby girl after all. Their "baby girl", though, masturbated to the thought of receiving a legs splayed belt whipping from her Dad...

Not so long after that I had some alone time with my Dad, which was rare, and I sort of spontaneously and shamelessly draped myself across his lap as he was sitting on the couch next to me. I asked for a playful spanking, baring my bum a split second before flopping across his lap to catch him off guard (Spanked by Daddy). He gave me a few playful swats and laughed it off. But he for sure enjoyed having me across his lap like that! (No, there was no erection - that I was aware of - it was just playful and he laughed it off as he does, and said that it was a bit of fun.)

And then on another Sunday there was corner time... (Monday Dinner + Politics = Nose in Corner)

We were over for dinner and I was egging David on to raise my spankings in a cute way, but he did it in a legitimately embarrassing way, not the way I wanted, rather in an overly sexual context that involved hints of him being submissive to me, which I did not want. I got a bit mad and decided to be a brat and for some reason deliberately rile up everybody with politics talk at the dinner table. I even insulted Mom a bit, sort of inadvertently. David got angry with me and sent me to stand with my nose in the corner for the WHOLE rest of the dinner and until we left. I have never been treated like that before (at least since I was a little kid). Humiliating. My Mom even asked if I could be released, but David told her no, that I needed to learn my lesson, so I had to stand with my nose in the stupid corner, like a child, for a ridiculously long time in front of everybody, even after they left the dining room to go to the adjoining living room and turned out the lights. Plus, as we were leaving my parents' house I was made to apologize and they were basically told I was getting a spanking as soon as we got home, which happened. Total cringe.

A few days after that incident, mid week, Mom called me and asked me to stop over for tea, just the two of us (Tea with Mom). She wanted to know I was still ok with that kind of treatment, and we spoke very openly and honestly between just the two of us about my domestic discipline needs. I straight up asked Mom if it was ok that we kept involving her and Dad as we had been. My Mom said yes to that. I then pushed my luck and asked if it was possible for me to get a spanking from Daddy... Mom had to think on that one (and no doubt consult with Dad as well), so she left it at that.

Then just this past Sunday, a lot of the conversation I had with my Mom was recapped with my Dad, David, and my sister Sue present as well (A Promise Made). Sue came out very openly that she had spanked me herself, and really hard ("blistered my butt", which was literally true - evil big wooden salad spoon).

That provoked a discussion of safewords for me and spanking technique. David got into it and explained about the hand/paddle/strap progression,

where on my ass and thighs he spanks me, and for how long and for how hard I seem to need it to get the emotional release I am seeking. Everybody was talking about how to spank me and how hard I wanted it! OMG!

Right towards the end, Mom said that I had asked if Dad could spank me. She said that in discussing it with Dad, she discovered that I had already taken matters into my own hands. I don't think she was really mad about that, but she used that, I would say, as a little excuse to promise me that next week, and I quote,
after dinner, your father will be taking you upstairs for a proper spanking, young lady, just like David described.
Mom and Dad had clearly talked about it, and had decided to grant my wish. Yay? Gulp? I do not know any more details about it than just that, and "just like David described" could mean a variety of different things, all the way from a hand spanking over Dad's knee to a nude strapping with bare naked corner time, and anything in between.

But at least it meant a "proper spanking" for sure.

I have since discussed it all with Sue over the phone. She's looking forward to hearing me get spanked by Dad. She thinks "high time!". She scolded me for putting Dad in this position. She is convinced I engineered this whole thing. She accused me of being the type of person who goes into the revolving door behind you and comes out in front. She says I have been trying to provoke Dad sexually since I was a kid, and she hoped Dad would give me "more than I bargained for" (she meant spanking wise, not sex wise, get your heads out of the gutter! Or is that my head...)

While I fantasize a lot of things about my Dad, I don't want this spanking to be any of that. I just want a straightforward punishment spanking from him, with the requisite baring and inevitable exposure that comes part and parcel with such a punishment. I realize that inherent in a spanking punishment is removal of clothing, and that's deliberate. For an adult woman it's embarrassing when it's done for that purpose. Modesty is a privilege that is lost for the duration of the punishment. I accept that, as if I had a choice.

And so that catches us up to my present state of anticipation for next Sunday where Dad will be spanking me, for real, for sure.

While it was not said, I'm pretty sure Dad will be spanking me in front of Mom. That in itself makes it more embarrassing. With my Dad we can play it off as fun. With Mom there watching over it, it becomes more punishment than fun already, which I suppose is good, but more embarrassing. Mom already thinks I should be seeing a therapist, and this will not help that cause! But she indulges me. She does not see the harm in it, but doesn't really approve.

I am almost certain I will have to go across my Dad's knee, my bum will be bared, and he will give me a significant spanking with at least his hand. Dad's "manhood" may be a bit at stake if he is unable to raise a ruckus from me that can be heard downstairs, and is unable to make me cry. Dad is not one to back off from a challenge, and he is still in really good shape for his age!

Holy shit...

Thursday, May 28

Held Accountable

I'm still very giddy and excited that this Sunday, with my Mom's blessing, I'm expecting my Dad to give me my first "proper" grown-up spanking from him!!! I'll have more to say on that prior to the big event. But first, I wanted to introduce you to a new blog friend of mine named mike.

mike is overweight. He is 6'1" and 300lbs. He has a wife and young daughter and something I wrote on a previous post (The COVID 25) about david's recent weight gain struck a chord with mike. I had written about david,
Listen, I love him and find him super sexy regardless of his weight. It's more the lack of self-discipline and self-respect that is a turn off than any visuals because I know he is capable of losing that weight. And most importantly are the health risks! He is my partner for life, and he BETTER stay healthy.
mike felt a big twinge of guilt reading that. He wrote to me asking if I would help him. In his note he said,
Miss Julie, While I’m sure that you’ve been and will be thoroughly inundated with similar emails given your last post, I simply can not keep myself from sending this one.

I’ve viewed your blog from afar for so long and read your tales of domination, nearly always imagining myself in many of the predicaments poor David seems to get himself into. Your last several posts have hit me incredibly hard and felt very personally important.

Weight loss has been a struggle of mine, and on and off the roller coaster of doers and regain have been my story for many years. I’m 36 now, and with a newly adopted daughter in my home, I simply can not continue the same decisions I have been making, for my and her sake. It’s up to me to make sure that I am with her for as long as I can be.

You’ve talked about accepting e-subbies, and I would like to humbly request any assistance you can give with accountability in my situation. I understand that Strict Julie can indeed be very strict, but I feel that I’m ready to take the next step in becoming the new me, and that accountability to a demanding woman such as yourself will help keep me on track.  Employing any means you find appropriate will help me make better choices for myself and those around me.

I know you’re a very busy woman, and I thank you for reading if you’ve gotten this far. I humbly accept any decision you make, and would be more than happy to answer any questions you have or suggestions for alternative solutions as well. Thank you again, Ma’am. 

I was eager to help mike, and as we got started, mike began blogging about his experiences. This is mike's avatar on his new blog.

I think it says it all. I am melted. There was no way I was not going to help mike!

I wrote mike back with some specific directions and telling him the program was starting the very moment he read my email. No more than 50g of net carbs per day shall pass his mouth! I gave some other specific directions as well and made him study my blog entry Fat Loss and Spanking that details the routine I use for my husband and the rationale behind it.

mike displayed a fantastic attitude. He instantly jumped on the program full force and with both feet, and I am monitoring him daily. We are only a week into it but it has been a very promising start.

mike thought he would start an online diary for him to write about what he was going through and to share with me. I read the first article he posted and found that mike is a very talented communicator. I encouraged him to open up the blog to the public. I have linked it in my blogroll. It is called Held Accountable and is at

He posts articles about his situation, our interactions, and his progress. I made mike post nude pictures of himself weighing in, and we see the progress on the scale. I encouraged mike to fantasize on the blog as well. If his wife was like me, how would he want to be treated by her? He came up with a lovely fantasy where she found out about me and then took him in hand herself.

 Taken in Hand

I unfortunately also had to punish mike as well. Not for his diet and weight loss which has been exemplary, but for the numerous typos in his fantasy post that I had to point out as I wanted that article especially clean prior to this post. You can now read about his punishment as well.

First Punishment

Please visit mike's blog and say a word of encouragement. It is now up to all of us to hold mike accountable!

Tuesday, May 26

A Promise Made

After my conversation with Mom last week (Tea with Mom) I wasn't sure what to expect at Sunday family dinner. Was I going to get a spanking from Daddy??? I asked Mom during tea if that was possible and she smiled and said they would consider it. I hoped for it...

So I came into Sunday dinner all a tizzy wondering what would happen. So no big spanking happened, but there was a bit of exciting "show and tell" from David and a lot of spanking conversation. But most significantly there was a promise of something very exciting to come... read to the end to find out!

There was the usual crowd: my Mom and Dad, my big sister Sue, my husband David, and I. The first thing that happened as we got seated was Dad who said, "no more politics at the dinner table, right Julie?"

I answered "Yes Sir!". Everyone smiled a bit but that was all that was said. I think David, Sue, my Dad, my Mom even, may have wanted to say more, but nobody did (like, a reference to me standing in the corner last week, or of me getting my spanking after David got me home, or a reference to what would happen to me if I did it again...).

That was that during dinner. Boo. I was thinking the evening would be a spanking bust. I was wrong!

After dinner we gathered to "sit more comfortably" in the living room. That was when my Mom made things interesting. She said, "Julie and I had a talk earlier this week about her spankings."

My "spankings". That's definitely how she started: "her spankings". Already feeling the blush!

She summarized why I thought I needed it, and I agreed with her assessment. Basically along the lines of feeling the need to be taken care of in a childish sort of way, a little holiday from grownup responsibilities, in a playful and sexy sort of way for me.

Yes, she did say "sexy". Mom for sure had me pegged.

Mom went on to explain how she and Dad did not mind being a part of it, within limits. She did not specify those limits though. She then asked Sue if she felt the same way.

Sue could have made trouble, as in "you're all crazy! She's just doing it to get her rocks off!" But she didn't. She played along and said something along the lines of, "No, I don't mind at all. I've seen her spanked and spanked her myself already. I think it's a bit of fun and if that's what she thinks she needs then I'm fine with that."

Wasn't Sue great? She knew what I wanted, and even though she did not 100% approve, she said just the right thing to normalize it. To make it seem like not such a big thing.

Sue went on, "But based on the fact that I blistered her butt, I'm not sure if she ever wants me to spank her again."

"Of course I do, I deserved it," I said.

Mom expressed some surprise that Sue "blistered my butt". Sue said that I had misbehaved with her, that I had suffered the consequences, and all was forgiven.

"How hard was this spanking?" Mom asked a bit incredulously.

"Oh, it was hard," said Sue. "She has a very high pain tolerance. And she won't get injured, no matter how hard you go, that big butt has a lot of padding on it."

"Sue! It's not that fat!" I remonstrated.

"It's a lovely bottom," offered David, "but she does have a very high pain tolerance."

"You went light on her when you spanked her here, I take it?" asked my Mother.

"Yes," said David, "that was an uncharacteristically light spanking. Normally she wants it much harder than that."

"How do you know how hard to spank her?" asked Mom.

Oh my gosh. It was a whole conversation between Mom and Sue and David about how hard I "take it". Dad was just sitting back and munching on the pocorn, figuratively speaking.

"We have a system," said David. He went on to explain my safeword (RED) and how I try hard not to use it, but everyone feels better knowing it's there.

"I've heard about this 'safeword'," said Mom. I wonder where? "So how do you usually spank her?" asked Mom.

David then elaborated on his spanking technique!

He said he takes me across his knee and bares my bottom... oh gosh! He said he starts with his hand. He goes fast and hard, usually until I'm kicking up a storm and crying out, and that's usually enough. Sue chimed in that his hand may be, but hers not nearly. David said the next level up was a wooden paddle of some sort. Or maybe the back of a wooden hairbrush. Sue added, "or the wooden spoon, Mom." And the top level is some kind of a leather strap, could be a doubled-up leather belt. He usually has me bent over for that. "And butt 'neked," added Sue helpfully, "from what I've seen."

"Yeah," confirmed David, "I make it extra memorable by having her strip for a strapping."

"Oh my!" said Mom.

"David!" I complained.

David then made me stand up and turn around so my butt was facing them. He showed them the prime areas where I get spanked: lower butt cheeks and upper thighs. He demonstrated with a few hand swats across the seat of my jeans.

"Spread your legs a bit," he told me. I did so. He gave me a couple of smacks to the insides of my thighs. "Very sensitive in here on the bare skin. I give it to her there if she kicks around too much, or otherwise makes a fuss. Especially with the paddle."

Oh my gosh! Doesn't he realize that the only way you can get in there with a paddle is with your legs spread wide!?!

David had really gotten into the spirit of it and explained it all quite exuberantly!

"I can tell you enjoy this," said Mom to David.

"Oh I do. I definitely do. Now, if you're using the belt, just make sure the end of it is aimed for a butt cheek, rather than having it wrap around to her hip. Bend over a bit, Julie."

Oh my! I put my hands down on the sofa seat I was sitting on. David whipped off his belt and doubled it up. He showed where to aim it. Then he took a couple of swings.

I said, "Ow! Ow!"

"That seems intense," said Mom.

"She can take it, can't you Julie?"

"Yes Sir," I said, as he put his belt back on and let me sit back down a bit flushed.

"As I said, your father and I, and Sue it seems like, are fine if you wish to give her a spanking like that when you're over here."

"Like that"? Stripped??? No, she must have meant just harder. Right?

"Thank you so much," said David. "It actually means a lot to Julie that you're accepting of this part of her."

"Of course we are, and, as has been said before, it's a bit of sexy fun to see our all grown-up daughter given a spanking from her husband!"

"Thank you Mommy, thank you Daddy, thank you Sue," I told them all.

"Thank your husband," said Mom.

I turned to David and gave him a big hug and a kiss and said, "and extra-specially thank you, hubby!"

Mom went on, "you also asked about your father spanking you..."

"Uh huh," I admitted.

"We discussed it," she went on, "and it appears you've already gotten yourself a little spanking from your father."

"What?!?" said Sue, very surprised.

Uh oh. Was I back in the doghouse again?

"From what I understand," said Mom to Sue, "your sister quickly bared her own butt and then threw herself across your father's lap."

"She was pretty quick!" laughed Dad, "Nothing to do but give her a few whacks and send her on her way. They weren't very hard ones!"

"What a little minx!" said Sue.

"I understand you know about this, David?" asked my Mom.

"Yes," said David curtly. "After the fact. I was quite angry with her for not getting permission first, from any of us, and I gave her a pretty hard spanking with the hairbrush just before coming here a couple of weeks ago. She was sitting on a very sore tush during dinner."

"Well that's all well and good," Mom said, "but I think your father and I are the most aggrieved parties in this, wouldn't you say?"

"I would," said David.

Oh boy. I was gettin' spanked! By my Mom and Dad!

And then Mom turned to me and with a little smile, not angrily, said, "so next Sunday, after dinner, your father will be taking you upstairs for a proper spanking, young lady, just like David described."

Mom said it with a smile and a virtual wink, but OMG!!!!!!

On the way out we all said our goodbyes. When my Dad said "I'll see you next week," it had a certain extra meaning!

So now that's 'gonna be a thing...

Thursday, May 21

Tea with Mom

I got called over to have a cup of tea with my Mom the other day. I was a bit worried!

I recently got punished at my Mom and Dad's for talking politics at the dinner table. It was in front of my Mom, Dad, and older Sister. My husband sent me to stand in the corner right there in the dining room for the last part of main course, all through desert, and then stay there, in the darkened room, until we left to go home. Before we left I had to apologize to my Mom. David then strongly implied, in front of them all, that I would be getting a spanking back home, which I sure did get, across his knee and on my bare bum.

Of the people present, Sue knows exactly what I'm doing and why and thinks I'm crazy, but goes along with it. My Dad seems amused by it, and his only comment was that David should not "go too hard on me". Mom looked dubious throughout, I would say, but played along. After I apologized to her she quipped that she "liked the new Julie". It was all described in detail in Monday Dinner + Politics = Nose in Corner :-(

I had previously shared with them what I was doing, as recounted in Honesty is the Very Best Policy. At that time I had just signed a DD Contract and I, with David at my side, explained the general concept of the thing to Mom and Dad. Actually, that discussion followed a couple of weeks after a revelation from David (and I) that I had just been spanked for punishment, which they did not take too seriously, I would say.

What we explained was that I crave, from time to time, to not be so responsible for my behavior and to be treated like a child by the "adults" around me. It's psychological and fucked up, I know, but it's real. Mom and Dad were surprisingly accepting of what we told them. I was "in for" a spanking at the time of that discussion, and while we originally thought I would be taken upstairs for that by my husband, one thing led to another and it wound up being "on the spot", bare bum and everything, in front of Mom and Dad, who thought it was "cute" (it was a very mild spanking by my husband's standards).

I guess it went to a slightly different level with David, a bit angrily, sentencing me to corner time during dinner. It must have been weird for my Mom and Dad to see their grown-up daughter so publicly punished by her husband like that. David insisted my nose touch the corner (both walls), which if you've ever done corner time before, you know that it's for sure extra punishment and makes you mush your breasts against the wall and stick your butt out in a silly way and is just darned humiliating.

So a few days later Mom phoned up and suggested we have tea together, just the two of us. She didn't say what the topic of conversation would be, but I could sure guess!

I arrived at her place and we went to the sun-room off the kitchen for tea. Dad was nowhere to be seen. I guess he had been told to make himself scarce. After serving, and after a bit of smalltalk, Mom asked "so how is this spanking thing going?" I told Mom it was going good, that I felt good about it, that I liked it when David took charge of me.

"You spent a lot of your last visit standing in the corner. Is that what you really want?" she asked. There it was.

I told my Mom that I know it looks stupid, but that I had asked David to hold me accountable, and that I deliberately pushed some boundaries, and got what I had asked for.

"I like my grown-up Julie," said my Mom to me.

I told her that I like that too, most of the time. It's just that I've been really needing to be "taken care of" like that. That it made me feel good. Warm and loved.

My Mom asked if I thought my childhood, my emotional needs, and my sexuality all got tied up together somehow. Something like that I said, blushing a bit. Mom was making clear she knew my sexuality was involved in this as well, but what did I expect. Of course it is.

She then asked if I thought this was at all related to what happened to me...

I never told Mom the details of it, but she knows something bad of a forced sexual nature had happened to me just after I had moved out on my own. I did cry in her arms, but I did not want to speak of it, to anybody. She really pushed for me to see a counselor at the time, but I pushed back. Even angrily at times. I wanted to just move on.

I told her it probably was, and that this was actually a positive step. I told her how I was pretty messed up around dating until I had met David (she knew that much!), but that I had shared everything with him, and how supportive he had been and still is. I even confided in her, in strictest secrecy, that for a long time it was him getting all the spankings from me! That it was really empowering for me. And then somehow I just got less and less nervous and eventually wanted to explore David dominating me, and that I was delighted that I could do that now without any fear or anxiety at all, and just the opposite in fact, it felt good to be "taken charge of".

Well that gave Mom some pause. "Hmmmm," she said, trying to figure out if this was a good thing or a bad thing.

Mom had come into the discussion open-minded and now rendered her judgment. "Well, if this is what you want, and you think it's healthy for you, then I suppose we can put up with it. Your father even seems to enjoy it."

"I know!" I said.

"I enjoy it too, a little bit," added Mom in a whispery voice. "It's very cute in a way. And sexy for you and David!"

Sexy? Mom!

I was so relieved, you can't believe it. I was worried I'd be called out for being a sick pervert or something, but Mom was amazing. I knew that. But... amazing!

Encouraged by Mom's words I blushed and asked, "is it ok if David, still, like, spanks me in front of you and Daddy when he thinks I need it?"

"Yes, if that's what you want," answered Mom with a little laugh.

I thought I'd push my luck, "can Daddy spank me?"

Mom looked thoughtful and said she'd have to think about that, but she said it with a little smile!!!

And then Mom scolded, "but tell David no more making you spend the entire visit with your nose in the corner. A little bit is fine, but not the whole time. We want a proper visit from you!"

"Yes Mom, I'll tell him," I said. Wow. Carte blanche to be stood in the corner for a "little bit of time" and get spanked. And implicitly spanked bare bum, like i had been the first time. This was going better than expected! I was dying to tell David.

And then Mom added what I figured she was going to say all along. "You know, you can still go and see a therapist about all of this, even now. It may be very good for you."

You know, maybe I should? I am a pretty messed up chick in many ways. But I'm worried they'd cure me and then where would we all be???? Remember the "joke" from the Woody Allen movie, Annie Hall?
 A guy walks into a psychiatrist's office and says, hey doc, my brother's crazy! He thinks he's a chicken. Then the doc says, why don't you turn him in? Then the guy says, I would but I need the eggs.
I thanked Mom for the suggestions and told her I'd think about it seriously. She raised her eyebrows at that because it was the first time I had not made light of it or been angry at her for suggesting it. I hope she thinks it's progress!

And so that was my visit. I came home and told David all about it and he was not surprised. He did admit that it opened up certain possibilities for the future for me...

I wonder what Mom's ruling is going to be about whether Daddy can spank me? Is she going to discuss it with him? What a terrible situation for Dad. Dad is rarely tongue-tied, but what's he supposed to say? "oh, well, ahem, well, you know, if it's for her own good, I maybe can, you know, bring myself, yes that's it, bring myself to, well you know, carry something out along those lines... if that's what you want, of course... and everything..." 😁😂