I Can't Move

Submission is a funny thing. It makes me do things most people might find strange.

Take what happened the other evening when we were in the kitchen after dinner. I had Fang under my arm and Fluffy was dancing around my feet. As I reached to open the door and take the dogs out for a quick excursion, I heard Ron's voice behind me.

"Let me help you."

The "help" came in the form of a hard swat on my left bottomcheek. I froze. Another swat followed, landing on the right cheek. Then a rapid flurry of hard and harder smacks on my tender bottom.

Why was it tender? Since you asked, it was because I had enjoyed a sound spanking only a few hours before. As much as I crave spankings, I prefer to let my bottom have a chance to cool off before it gets warmed again.

"Ow! Ow! Ouch! That hurts!" I whined as the smacks became much more severe and I clutched the countertop with my free hand to steady myself.

Then it was over, and Ron was quite unsympathetic to my complaints.

"You could have moved," he pointed out.

Yes, he's right. I could have moved. I could have stepped forward out of his reach and gone about my business with the dogs. But I didn't, and frankly the thought never occurred to me.

What would you have done if you had been in my position?

Subby Kitteh

To Sir, With Love

I call my husband Sir. It was my idea, and I do so because I want to. It just seems to fit in with the way our relationship has evolved, and it excites me tremendously.
It doesn't happen it all the time, though. Definitely not on weekday mornings when I am getting ready to go to work and am in Professional Woman mode. And if one of us is irritable, under the weather, or preoccupied, then it doesn't even occur to me.
When we are home together in the evening I will say "Sir". It's my way of reconnecting with him after a busy day. Ron likes it; he's told me so, and he isn't backward about coming forward if I do anything he doesn't like. He'll play along, and order me to get him a drink, for example. I'll say, "Yes, Sir", our eyes connect, and an amazing electricity passes between us. As we share a brief look that says everything about who we are, what we do together, and what it means to us, it's totally erotic.
Actually, that's the best part. Previously, eye contact between us almost never happened. The times Ron would look me in the eyes were limited to moments when he was angry, and it was intended to be intimidating, not romantic. But now, eye contact is almost a given between us, and happens consistently and frequently.
I have yet to use the S word at the office while I am speaking to my husband on the phone, because I know I will be overheard. I might someday, but not yet. Nor am I comfortable saying it if we are out together, although it sometimes happens if nobody is within earshot.
One evening, we were playing a board game with some friends, and I forgot myself. I had lost our team a few points, and Ron was playfully lecturing me on my mistake. I inadvertently slipped into submissive mode and said "Yes, Sir" before I could catch myself. The others probably assumed I was being sarcastic (I hope) but I wasn't.
As you may already know, we don't do punishment spanking. All spankings are strictly erotic. But after each one, I always say, "Thank you, Sir". It just feels right.
In one of his Round table discussions, Todd said that this can be considered a form of role play. I think he's right. I am playing a role, and the intention is to let my husband know that I'm submissive and ready for a spanking whenever he's up for it.