Never too late to take the plunge

Resolutions never seemed to work. An arbitrary date in any event, the ritual of adding another year was often depressing. When was the last time they stayed up until midnight? There was a good reason no rock band was called ‘The Ravages of Time’.
Deborah Cantel – Deb to her friends – and sweetie to her husband, avoided mirrors on general principles.
“No today, Deb, today is a new start.”
In the full-length closet mirror she tried her best to see what her husband adored.
“Face? Meh. Tits – saggy, tummmy – wobbly, bum – plump; all-in-all, Deb, you need help, girl.”
She picked up the sheet of paper and went over her list one last time. “I sure hope Josh understands this.” She grimaced at her reflection and tossed off a mock salute.

Josh Cantel was concerned. The holidays were always stressful for them both, but his wife Deb normally carried the bulk of the responsibilities in terms of family logistics. The year however, between the crazy work schedules and school breaks, he’d decided that the usual trip to his parents for Christmas, would instead be a kid’s only extended New Year’s visit. If it went well, and so far all reports were good, then Deb’s parents would host next year.
The house was amazingly quiet the past few days, the normal exhaustion after serving in retail hell from 8 to 6, was tempered by the knowledge they didn’t have to sneak in a quickie and keep a lid on the noise.
But Deb had been subdued. She claimed she missed the kids. To Josh, she was unusually preoccupied and spent excessive time online. Not that she turned down his overtures, but… her responses seemed feigned at times.

If there was one constant emotion Deb had felt – did feel – throughout all their dating and marriage, it was guilt. Josh deserved a better woman, a better wife and a better lover unburdened by self-doubt and loathing. His compliments bounced right off her thick internal walls.
“How’s the game?”
“It’s alright.”
Deb watched silently until the next commercial break.
“Honey? Can I ask you something?”
“Sure. What’s up, sweetie?”
“Without the sound please.”
Josh pressed the mute button.
“I made some resolutions this year, again, and based on past efforts, I doubt I’ll reach February without giving up.”
They watched an annoying dancing elf pitch the latest sale.
“I hate that guy,” Josh muttered.
“I don’t know, honey, I thought you looked kinda cute dressed up as the company spokes-elf.”
“Watch it, Deb,” he growled.
Deb shivered, “I like it when you’re all stern and gruff with me.”
“You do?”
She nodded. “It makes me believe you find me attractive.”
“I do find you attractive, sweetie. You know that.”
She shrugged. “It’s me, not you. I hate my body.”
“Come on, not that again. We’ve talked about this how many times? You’re a beautiful, sexy, smart woman and I love you even more today than ever.”
She sniffled. “Thanks, honey. I just wish I could believe it.”
Josh shook his head. “I don’t know what you want me to say.”
“Maybe that’s the problem. It’s not what you say, it’s what you don’t do.”
He stared blankly at the television screen.
“Honey?” She got off the couch and knelt at his knees. “I need your help to meet my goals, not by cheerleading and hugs, but by leading and holding me accountable. Josh, what I’m trying to say is that I want, I need you to spank me when I, when you, think I’m slacking off and need discipline.”
Josh pressed the off button.
“What?” His astonished voice filled the den.
“I can’t do this on my own and words, whether written or spoken, just don’t motivate me. I’m hoping actions will jolt me out of my funk.”
“You want me to spank you? For real? As in punishment?”
“Sometimes, yes. Discipline too and maybe a reward for a job well done.”
“And if you don’t like it? What happens then? Do I get blamed and the cold shoulder?”
“All I know, Josh, is that I want to try spanking when I don’t do what I have promised to myself. I made a list. Are you willing to help me make a new start?”
“You really want me to spank you, Deb?”
“Yes, sir. I do.”
He nodded and thoughtfully stroked his chin. “OK, I’m in. Take your pants down and lay over my lap. I’ll give it my best shot.”
“Now?”
“Are you back-talking me already, girl?”
“No, sir!”
“I changed my mind. Strip naked first, then I’ll warm your ass.”
“Thank you, sir.”

Josh ran his hand over his wife’s plump curves. “How hard and for how long?”
“You’re in charge, sir. I know I need a good cry though, so don’t stop just because I say no, only if I say red.”
“Red as in stop?”
“Yes, sir. It’s a safe word in case I can’t take anymore.”
“Then you are actually in charge, not me.”
“No…! I mean… what if?”
“What if? What if I decide to beat you unmercifully?”
“No, you wouldn’t do that to me.”
“Do you trust me, Deb? Do you trust me to spank you as you need?”
“Yes, sir.”
“Then you may say red, but it will mean pause, not end. The end is when I say so.”
“Yes, sir.”

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24 Comments

  1. Hmm… No words just a reaction.
    It’s funny and insightful as well.

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  2. I don’t think I will forget this.

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    • Not forgetting can have a positive or negative connotation. Hopefully it’s the former.

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      • I can’t tell which one it is yet, I think it is the intellectual and positive kind with a bit of a pleasant shock.

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        • That’s good to hear. Is it the spanking part? The female submission? There are lots, and lots of amazing women online who are into D/s, D/D and BDSM. I write about positive aspects of submission and spanking, even when it seems to be graphic. I hope you return to read on a daily basis.

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          • I just got struck by something. You know when you are young and you get spanked for discipline and you misbehave? Nobody generally wants that when they are older, as adults we don’t expect to get spanked and we do get spanked. What struck me is how wanting to be spanked, especially th chracter, started as a way of disciplining her as if she is a child. That bordered close to infantilism. it just made me wonder if the fetish has something to do with yearning for the childhood. There were many aspects of childhood which were amazing, perhaps the spanking and the pressures of being an adults go well together. It helps.
            So there is a lot going on in this piece, there is a ton it suggests. There is stuff about how behaviour matters the most to us than words etc.
            So it is lovely, and now I wonder is spanking or BDSM is a form of a regression fetish. Subconsciously we still wish we could be kids, free of responsibility and powerless, responsibility and power go together BDSM strips you of both to an extent or simulates that experience.

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            • Here are three posts that I’ve done over the years.
              https://lurvspanking.com/2009/10/26/for-couples-seeking-spanking/
              https://lurvspanking.com/2016/09/01/give-therapeutic-spankings/
              https://lurvspanking.com/2016/12/21/psychological-preparation-spanking/

              Many adult spankos were not spanked as children. There is an entire type of spanking called, DD/lg which deals with adults wanting to be treated as ageplay children.

              Wanting to be spanked can range from sexual foreplay, to outright punishment. Every single person is different and has different motivations. I primarily write about female submission from the viewpoint of asking to be spanked by their partner(s).

              I personally don’t believe that spanking is a fetish or childhood regression anymore than oral sex or breast play is. As an adult, we should feel empowered to do what we choose and not be held back by the past.

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            • I don’t mean it as a negative thing to want that. There are many things that adults do which are very similar to childhood in some strange ways. Doesn’t make them bad.
              For it to be a regression thing or resemble the need to feel dominated you don’t have to be have been spanked as a child or anything.
              I just think it is interesting and pretty freeing.

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            • It’s all good. 🙂

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            • I think I am going to research this more. See what I can find. 🙂 Might write a big post on it or put it in my next book of essays. It is interesting.
              Thanks for the story, and getting a cog moving upstairs

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            • Or maybe some ‘hands-on’ research? For authenticity? 😉

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            • Hahaha… It wouldn’t “hurt”.

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  3. I feel that you are slowly converting the whole world to the wonderful practice of spanking. How fun.

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    • You know, missy, I think that’s one of the nicest things anyone’s said on this blog. I did indeed start out writing to put a different spin on spanking to show that it can be a way of bringing people closer together. I also think that spanking is simply a different way of having sex.

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  4. Sometimes you just need a bit of help from outside. Great way how you explained the safeword in the end of your story. That’s the way it works with us too 🙂

    Rebel xox

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    • Thank Rebel. I like writing these types of stories the best. If they can help someone take the plunge, then that makes me happy.

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  5. Wonderful. Funny and hot. It rings true, too.
    Great and Wicked post!

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  6. An interesting spin on New Year’s resolutions. I like that it feels very real…

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    • Thank you, I try to make my fiction as realistic as possible. Well, most of it, a vampire isn’t realistic. 🙂

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  7. […] above is the last paragraph of a delicious story written by LS. Ever since I read this last paragraph, words have been forming in my head. While the words were […]

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