Update, Shoe is on the other foot and yes Spanking!!!!!!!

Just wanted to stop by to provide an update. Sir is continuing to mend from his back injury. It is still a slow process but he is moving in the right direction. That HOH hat that must have fallen off the past several weeks has mysteriously reappeared. Now we have learned that I actually had a significant injury of my own that occurred at the same time and with all of the commotion and stress of figuring out what was wrong with Sir and how to best help him, I put my own aches and pain on the back burner and delayed in seeking care for myself. Not a great thing, but normal for me.

Now it appears, the shoe is on the other foot and it is no easier for me to accept help and follow specific instructions than it has been for Sir to do so. I will basically be out of physical connection for the next 6-8 weeks as I heal from a small pelvic fracture. I also tore some muscles, tendons and ligaments in the process that support my pelvis making it difficult and painful to walk and do most normal everyday household chores or my work here in our business other than desk work only. Ugh...

I will mend, but it will take time and I will be receiving treatment at least 1-2x a week.

Funny thing.. I totally was frustrated and yes even angry when Sir would not do as he was advised, and now that the shoe is on the other foot, I am having great difficulty following through with instructions as well.

 As most of you ladies can appreciate... we feel we have to do everything right? Well at least for me, it is ingrained in me, it is my personality. Hard to slow down. I try to modify my activity but before you know it.. I am in full swing to get the job done quickly and correct. Here is where Sir comes in.
I have received more HOH looks & comments over the past two weeks than I ever have. Sir has been kind, gentle, supportive and loving as we have figured out ways for me to go about my daily activities with modification.  And so two nights ago, Sir told me the time has come for him to provide a well deserved spanking. the look on my face must have said it all. He said "oh don't worry, I'll make real sure you are comfortable and the only thing that will be hurting you is your bottom!!!

And so he made the bed real comfy.. many pillows and told me to lay over those pillows and hold on real tight. I had not had the spanking I needed in a very long time. Enough was enough. I quietly laid myself over the pillows he had placed. He pulled out the paddle and he knows I hate it. He then quietly laughed with a twinkle in his eye. He said the paddle probably is not the best option given the circumstances, but the strap would do just fine.  And so out came that also awful leather strap. He told me no wiggling around, no flailing of my legs, and he expected to stay put. If I was in true pain from my injury I was to let him know and he would readjust, I had just best be sure I was being truthful. And so.... the spanking commenced. It wasn't log before I was in tears. Sir talked to me about following rules and instructions. There would be no exceptions or there would be consequences.

Funny, the spanking was painful for sure, but somewhere deep down inside, I felt his gentleness, his love, his guidance, his protection and yes.. the HOH side I had been missing.  I felt re-connected, I felt like we were moving back into our normal routine. While I was laying over the pillows, with a very sore bottom, I fell in love all over again with my Sir. Strange I know.

So while a couple of weeks go, I felt hopeless, lost and confused, it does appear that our difficulties

will pass with time.

I liked the above saying. After nearly 40+ years together, my husband has seen me at my worst and my best and yet continues to love me unconditionally. He is my best friend, he is my lover, he is my everything and I know that he has my back and well... should I fail to follow his lead... he will have my bottom too!!!

Friendships

 Friendships. There is a lot to be said for having a friend to turn to in the good times and the difficult times. A friend tells you what you need to hear and not necessarily what you want to hear. They sympathize with you, they laugh with you and yes, on occasions will cry with you. They have your back.
I want to say I have been blogging now for 3+ years or so, and I have been privileged to have the support of many of you here in blogland and for that I am extremely appreciative. There has been one blogger that reached out to me very early on when I started to explore a TTWD relationship, how I thought it could help us, what I thought I wanted from the relationship and how I should best move ahead with incorporating this into my own marriage.

Many times I longed for this person to be closer to me so we could sit down over a cup of coffee, a cappuccino or perhaps a cup of tea and just discuss the many questions I had. I longed for the friendship of someone I could truly be "myself" with and discuss a topic that many others would find shocking and inappropriate. I longed for someone to talk with that would not judge me but help guide me through some of the issues I was having.

During my journey, I have connected with a blogger via email that I quickly knew I could ask most any question of her and I could also count on her honesty and her understanding even when advising me of things that maybe were difficult to hear. She has been there for me through the best of times and the worst of times and I never once felt judged, but instead I felt her understanding, her warmth, her care, her concern and her friendship.

Recently, as I have been going through quite a rough time in my marriage, I became vey over whelmed and really didn't know where to turn. This individual must have read my mind, because she suggested that we make time for a phone call. A phone call???!!! Wow. I wasn't sure what to think as we were about to take our relationship to another level. To say  I was nervous, excited, and a  bit anxious was an understatement. I mean to respond via a blog, or even to reach out via email was one
thing, but to actually reach out and call one another and hear each others voices was another. I mean would we be able to talk as friends.. would we spend time talking about TTWD? Would there be questions asked that I might not be prepared to answer just yet? How would I feel, how would she feel?

We agreed on a day and time that would work best for us both. The closer the time approached, the more anxiety I felt. I didn't want to be judged, and I didn't want to judge her. I wanted an honest discussion and I wanted her friendship.

And so finally I settled in and decided I would call her from the privacy of my restful place where I go to reflect on things and work through problems to be solved. And yes, this is an actual picture of my resting area. The appointed time arrived and I took a deep breath and dialed her number. I held my breath waiting for her to answer. She didn't keep me waiting. She must have been anticipating my call and answered my call as though she had known me for a very long time. I originally was cautious, but as we began to talk I found myself relaxing and starting to warm up. The conversation felt as though we could have been sitting in the same room with a cup of coffee just talking about the things that had been going on. Finally...... I was talking with someone who really understood me and the lifestyle I had chosen to live. Nothing seemed awkward. She made me feel comfortable.

While our first talk was not particularly long.. it broke the ice for the opportunity to visit again on a more personal level.

And so to my blogger friend... thank you for being willing to put yourself out there and helping ladies like me to feel comfortable in talking about our families, our life style, our issues in a non judgmental manner. I will never forget your kindness and your support and I look forward to getting to know you on a more personal level in the months ahead.