June

Sorry for the absence To be honest, I’ve been thinking more and more recently about how relevant this blog is to our lives together anymore. Not for any bad reasons, just because we’ve been evolving as a couple and our relationship just isn’t as dependent on our top/bottom relationship as it once was. It’s not the primary dynamic. So although I’m not entirely sure of our future with the blog, I’m not one to break a promise so here are the events from June:

Back in the school year, I got into quite a bit of trouble with blacking out. Going out, partying a little harder than I intended, and waking up without much recollection of the night’s events. As you can probably imagine, Gracie isn’t a huge fan of this kind of behavior and because she had punished me for it before, she felt pretty drastic measures needed to be taken. This resulted in me having to write around 600 lines. More than double any other line-writing punishment I’ve had. It was actually 3oo, initially, but I kept fighting her on it and refusing to do them so more was eventually added. Looking back on what happened, I realize I fought her pretty much tooth and nail the entire time. Refusing to do them, saying I was working on lines when I was only writing 5, and blowing them off to party with my friends,  etc.

Back in June, I had the opportunity to stay with Gracie for a few weeks and I took it. It was a wonderful trip and we enjoyed each others’ company just as much over a long span of time as we do for the weekend. I wouldn’t trade that time together for the world. However, during my first few days we had a “Talk” about my behavior in regards to the line. It’s a pretty known fact in our relationship that Talk means spanking. They’re pretty much synonymous. So Grace put me over her lap and got down to what she does best and I wiggled and tried to escape and whined a whole bunch. This was just with her hand. Once she broke out her paddle I was feeling much less like fighting and much more like submitting until she would feel we had gone far enough. I’m really terrible at being stoic, but sometimes I can pull it off. This was not one of those times. I started crying pretty hard, mostly from guilt, I’m sure some from the spanking and after a minute or so she pulled me up into a hug. That is just  the best thing about being involved with DD. Knowing that you have majorly messed up, feeling awful, and being able to have the closure and relief that being punished and forgiven by your partner can bring. Needless to say, I won’t be blacking out or ignoring punishments for  a very long time.

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