I'm Happy

Life is good.

Early each morning I hear the wild call of a loon as it flies overhead. I've never managed to see it, but I might someday. A great blue heron occasionally drops by for a brief visit.

During the day, a pair of hawks perch silently on the overhead power lines, perfectly immobile. Their half-grown chick is not so silent or still; it squawks and flaps, demanding a mouse snack. Higher up on a different line is another hawk, watching the group.

When it gets dark, the fireflies blink and flash, sending signals that I see out of the corner of my eye. I try to get a better look, but the flash is gone in an instant.
Life with Ron is good.

Since he reinstated spanking as part of our lovemaking and I recognized and embraced my submissive side - or as he says, since I stopped being a pain in the ass - we have never been happier. I want to shout it from the rooftops and tell the world. But I settled for telling two friends that I see socially. I had no intention of outing myself in any way. I just needed to say the words, "I'm happy." 

The first friend was someone with a few problems in her life. I had often listened sympathetically as she told me about husband, child, parent and job troubles. I thought she might be pleased to hear my good news. So when we got together one day and she asked me how things were going, I told her that everything was wonderful and my relationship with Ron had never been better. 

Her look told me plainly that she didn't want to hear any more. She said something like oh, that's nice, and changed the subject. 

The second person I told was someone known for her discretion; she could keep a secret. So when I told her, she seemed genuinely pleased for me and was reasonably enthusiastic in her response. But she had the good sense not to ask for details; she knew if I wanted to say more, I would. And I didn't, because I couldn't reveal any more details without talking about spanking. So that was that.

But I can tell you, dear readers. Life is good.