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Why can't I just trust people? Why do I push myself so hard? Why do I push people away? For claiming to be submissive I feel like a control freak. I also know it is time to stop working. I need to define my financial goals, plan and map it out. I have always firmly believe when you reach that point and you no longer find joy in your work, you should just leave. Struggling with my brothers illness. Knowing he may die is unimaginable. My heart cracks more and more. I will never let a day go by without telling him I love him. So placing bandaids on my leaky heart. Today tearful and just cannot stop them. My staff keeps looking at me. Need to pull myself together.

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Women Who Like to Be Dominated in Bed: Talking to BDSM Submissives Submissive kinky women are far from the shrinking violets that BDSM's critics have characterized them as being. Often they're women who know exactly what they want. By Alex Henderson Share to FacebookShare to TwitterShare to Google+Share to More57Share to Email BDSM has come a long way in the last 20 years. A subculture that was once very underground has been infiltrating mainstream American pop culture in a major way since the early 1990s; pop stars like Christina Aguilera, Nine Inch Nails, Madonna and Joan Jett have employed BDSM imagery, and kinky references have popped up in mainstream television programs ranging from “Frasier” to “The Young and the Restless.” Most college-age adults of the 1960s and '70s had no idea what a dominatrix was; now, it’s hard to find a college student who doesn’t know what a dominatrix is. But as ubiquitous as BDSM has become, there is one area of BDSM that continues to be widely misunderstood: female submission. From the anti-porn school of radical feminism exemplified by Catherine MacKinnon and the late Andrea Dworkin to Dr. Laura Schlessinger and Phyllis Schlafly on the religious right, BDSM’s opponents have often denounced female submission as misogyny taken to the extreme. Even people who are relatively BDSM-friendly may have some wrong ideas about women who volunteer to be tied up and spanked. But the reality is that submissive kinky women are far from the shrinking violets that BDSM’s critics have characterized them as being, and in many cases, they are women who know exactly what they want in a relationship. Outside of the BDSM scene, there are many misconceptions about submissive women. Non-kinky individuals might assume that submissive women are passive, indecisive or weak individuals who lack ambition—in other words, the anti-feminists. But spend some time around the BDSM community, and one encounters plenty of submissive women who describe themselves as card-carrying feminists. A female submissive might be a corporate lawyer or an emergency room physician, or she might be signing a major book deal. The fact that she is voluntarily submissive in the dungeon doesn’t mean that she is submissive outside of the dungeon. One card-carrying feminist who is deeply involved in the BDSM community is New York City-based Susan Wright, founder/president of a sexual rights organization called the National Coalition for Sexual Freedom (NCSF). Wright, who founded NCSF in 1997, is also a widely published science fiction author and a long-time member of the National Organization for Women (NOW). It was Wright who successfully petitioned NOW to drop its anti-BDSM position—and thanks to Wright, NOW’s official position against BDSM became a thing of the past. “The common misconceptions about submissive women are that what they are doing is not consensual, that they have been coerced, or that they are doing something that they really don’t want to do,” Wright explained. “That’s a misconception because submissive women know exactly what kinds of partners they want and what they want to do and how they want to play. Submissive women have a fantasy. I think that everybody who is into BDSM has some type of fantasy that they want to fulfill, and that includes submissive women.” Wright continued: “Being submissive is very compatible with feminism because it is choosing your own form of sexual expression. In the end, sexuality is empowering—and you can empower people in all the diverse ways that they enjoy sexuality. Power exchanges are one of those ways. That’s certainly why I did the SM policy project for the National Organization for Women. I’ve been a NOW member since I was 16, and when I found out that NOW had an anti-sadomasochism stance, I couldn’t understand why. I didn’t believe that feminism and BDSM were at all incompatible.” Another self-described feminist who is quite active in the BDSM community is California-based Mollena Williams, who has written and lectured about female submission extensively. Williams stressed that there is absolutely no contradiction between the fact that she is openly submissive and the fact that she describes herself as a feminist. She emphasized that being submissive in a BDSM relationship doesn’t mean a woman is going to be submissive in all areas of her life. “The fact is that in day-to-day life, you can’t walk around being submissive to everyone,” Williams asserted. “You have to make decisions. You can’t be submissive to the person in front of you on the freeway who is driving at 40 miles an hour; you have to make a decision and go around them. So the idea that your submission bleeds into the rest of your life in a way that cripples you is patently untrue. People outside of kink assume that that’s how submissive women live our lives, but it isn’t.” Williams said that although BDSM is much more visible in mainstream pop culture than it was 30 or 40 years ago, female submission can still be a controversial subject—which is why, she said, a soap opera or sitcom that depicts BDSM in a lighthearted way is more likely to depict a woman as dominant rather than submissive. “Some people have a reaction to BDSM based on the gender involved,” Williams noted. “Seeing a submissive man doesn’t bother them, but seeing a submissive woman does. The idea of a dominatrix is kind of hot and sexy to them, but seeing a submissive female makes them uncomfortable. If you see a man crawling across the floor to a woman and licking her high-heel boots, it’s like, ‘Ooo, that’s a bit naughty.’ But if you get a movie like 9½ Weeks where the female is the submissive, people have a harder time digesting that.” Because female submission is still widely misunderstood, Williams said, one of her goals has been to help women realize that if they have submission fantasies, there is nothing wrong with that. Rachel Kramer Bussel has also been doing her part to promote understanding of female submission. Bussel, a widely published sex writer and editor of two books on the subject of female submission has had much to say about her own experiences as a submissive. She said that being submissive is actually a feminist act because a submissive woman and her dominant partners spend a lot of time discussing what does and doesn’t turn her on. Bussel said a dominant/submissive relationship may have more of a feminist component than a vanilla relationship because the woman’s likes and dislikes are discussed in such great detail. “There’s no reason why a woman’s feminist thoughts or credentials or beliefs should be somehow demoted because she’s sexually submissive,” Bussel said. “If you are a feminist and you tap into that as a submissive, it can be empowering—maybe not in a political way, but in a personal way. Being submissive can be less about kink and more about finding what turns you on—and that discovery process can be empowering. There’s a stereotype that being in a dominant/submissive relationship means that the submissive isn’t figuring out what she wants, but I think that negotiating the terms of the relationship and mutually figuring out what both of you want can be an empowering experience. The process of figuring out what your boundaries are—whether it’s by trial and error or fantasies—can be a confidence-building experience. It’s the opposite of passive, I would say.” Indeed, a considerable amount of negotiation inevitably occurs in BDSM relationships. The very fact that a submissive is agreeing to be restrained gives the top a considerable amount of responsibility; thus, dominant males who act responsibly go to great lengths to ascertain what a submissive woman does or doesn’t enjoy. A submissive woman, for example, might tell her dom that her fantasies involve being bound, gagged and spanked but not whipped—in which case, she won’t be whipped. A submissive woman might want a lot of bondage but no pain; or, on the other hand, whipping might be a big part of her fantasies. Different submissive women have different fantasies, and Bussel said that dominant men who spend a lot of time hearing intricate, detailed descriptions of a woman’s needs and desires may become better listeners than vanilla men. “In kinky relationships,” Bussel explained, “there is always going to be some degree of negotiation. There is always going to be some degree of trying to figure out what the other person likes and doesn’t like—and I think that doesn’t always happen in non-kinky relationships. That process of negotiating is healthy for both parties in a relationship, but there isn’t always enough negotiating in non-kinky relationships. I can definitely say that the men that I’ve submitted to are very respectful and are men I would consider feminists. The dominant men I’ve been submissive with have been very respectful of my career and very supportive of me; they’re good guys, for lack of a better word.” Bussel added: “It’s a huge mistake to assume that submissive women are weak or that men who want to dominate women in the bedroom are sexist pigs. For scenes to work, you have to let go, to some extent, of that organized, take-charge persona. You have to let go of that take-charge aspect of your personality in order for the submissive fantasy to work. But that doesn’t mean that women who are submissive in a relationship or submissive in a fantasy are submissive in all aspects of our lives. There’s a big difference between structural sexism and negotiating power with someone you trust in the bedroom. Giving up power, within boundaries, for X amount of time is not societal sexism. I think that one thing some non-kinky people miss is that a submissive woman isn’t giving up power in her daily life.” Many BDSM-related articles have tried to shed some light on what submissive males are like both inside and outside of the dungeon—and those men have often been characterized as busy, overworked white-collar professionals who use submission as a way to unwind and escape. When the accountant or IT professional is hogtied, ballgagged and locked in a cage (either by a professional dominatrix or his dominant girlfriend or boyfriend), he is temporarily liberated from all the decision-making and responsibility he faces in his professional life. And similarly, there are submissive women who have so much responsibility working as doctors or attorneys that they need a place in their lives where they can let someone else take charge for once. But Wright said that while some submissive females do fit the profile of the overworked, stressed-out MBA, others could be anything. “You can find all kinds of women who are submissive,” Wright noted. “You can find the entrepreneurial corporate leaders, and you can find women who want to be stay-at-home housewives. There are so many different kinds of women choosing to be submissive just as there are so many different kinds of women who are heterosexual, homosexual or bisexual. And this is a choice that we’re making. It isn’t a consequence of male domination in the past or a consequence of a patriarchal society.” BDSM has a sizable vocabulary, and three of the most widely used BDSM terms are “top,” “bottom” and “switch.” Male and female dominants are known as “tops,” while male and female submissives (or “subs” for short) are called “bottoms.” And a “switch” is a man or woman who can be either a top or a bottom. There are BDSM women who only want to be dominant or only want to be submissive, but there are also female switches who enjoy being the whip-cracking dominatrix as much as they enjoy being the one getting whipped. “At least one-third of the people in BDSM switch,” Wright observed. “There are a lot of people out there who want to be a top one night and want to be a bottom another night. Switches might want to be in control some nights but other nights, being submissive is more comforting for them.” Switching, in fact, even found its way to what is widely regarded as the ultimate tale of female submission: The Story of O (L’Histoire d’O), an erotic novel by the late French author Anne Desclos, a.k.a. Pauline Réage or Dominique Aury, and first published in 1954. Twenty-one years later in 1975, French director Just Jaeckin made a film adaptation starring Corinne Clery as the submissive O and Udo Kier as her dominant lover René. Voluntarily obeying René’s commands, O agrees to be sexually submissive to other men—first to the men at a kinky chateau called Roissy, then to René’s stepbrother Sir Stephen (played by the late Anthony Steel). O ends up falling in love with the very dominant Sir Stephen, who isn't shy about chaining her up and whipping her. But at the very end of the film, O appears to be switching—and the viewer is led to believe that O is finding her inner dominatrix and getting ready to put Sir Stephen on the receiving end of the whip. It’s safe to say that some of the world’s least homophobic straight men can be found in the BDSM community, where leathermen (kinky gay men known for their leather attire) have long been iconic figures. The Leather Man, a West Village BDSM shop that has been open in New York City since 1965, serves a predominantly gay clientele but has also had its share of loyal heterosexual customers over the years. Leathermen also have a lot of kinky lesbian admirers. That said, BDSM isn’t without lesbian critics—and Williams said while female submission can be controversial among heterosexuals, it can be even more controversial in the lesbian community. “I can say that in the gay women’s community, submission is an even more difficult choice because you have very radical feminism and you have very big riffs,” Williams explained. “Leathersex and BDSM cause big riffs in the gay women’s community or queer women’s community because you have very radical feminists who say, ‘Not only are you betraying your feminism, but you are also mimicking a male-dominated society. You are mimicking male patterns of abuse.’ But that type of thinking really frustrates me. My response is, ‘Feminism is giving me the right to choose what is right for me, not giving you the right to choose what you think is right for me.’” And in Williams’ view, most vanilla couples (both gay and straight) have some type of dominant/submissive element to their relationship regardless of what they know or don’t know about BDSM. “OK, let’s say that I walk a couple into a dungeon,” Williams said. “Here’s the whip, here’s the spanking bench. Who would be running the scene? Who would be the top? And 99 percent of the time, they know who has the upper hand in their relationship. Most relationships are like that. They might say, ‘Oh, we don’t do power in that way,’ but it’s still the same result. There is still a top and a bottom in that relationship even if they don’t consider themselves kinky. They haven’t necessarily negotiated that level of awareness, but they got to it somehow in their relationship. I think we have a shortcut in BDSM in that we’re like, ‘OK, that’s what you want. How can we work that out?’” Williams added that in everyday life outside the dungeon, even the most dominant dungeonmaster has his submissive moments; he submits to a traffic light that has turned red, or he submits to a line at the grocery store. “I think that cognitively, we’re all kind of switches anyway,” Williams observed. “There are times in your life when you’re going to be submissive; there are times in your life when you’re doing to be dominant.” And as Sir Stephen learned, even O eventually found her inner dominatrix.

October 21, 2017 by
A local submissive woman, Katey Orin, 27, is under scrutiny by local BDSM safety authorities after having a scene with Master Jerome Stin, 48. The couple, who have been off and on play partners for 8 years decided to engage in a flogging scene when Orin was “really fucking high.” According to Stin, the two decided to test the long held conventional wisdom that you should never mix BDSM, alcohol, and drugs. “We scored this really choice medical marijuana and to be completely honest, Katey is kind of a pothead, so we figured wed give it a try.” For Orin, the scene was “excellent.” She told The Daily Flogger, “I was really, really high and loved the flogging. The music was really awesome too. I managed to work out an entire movie to the soundtrack that was playing. It was about birth and death and how Jesus was never really the son of God, but the Father of Life and could speak to animals. Well, it made a lot more sense when I was high.” For Orin, the experiment was a success. “I don’t think speed or meth or coke would be a good idea, but a glass of wine to loosen up or a couple of bong hits seem to really make things flow.  Next time we are going to try X.  I like X.” The dungeon owner said he was “unaware of the couple’s decision to smoke pot before playing.”  According to the play space policies, “Alcohol and drugs are prohibited.”  A spokesperson for the dungeon said they have not made a decision about whether to ban the couple or create their own dispensary.

October 21, 2017 by
For Sheila Grunning, 24, the journey to submission and, ultimately, slavery was a daunting one initially. “I wasn’t really sure if the whole BDSM lifestyle was for me or not,” she confided to The Daily Flogger.  “My boyfriend at the time really wanted to try it after seeing the 50 Shades movie and I went along with it just to see.” Quickly, the young submissive found herself immersed in a world of bondage, service, and intense impact play.  “At first, it seemed alien to me.  I have always been a strong independent person, so the idea of submitting to someone took some getting used to.” In time, Sheila began to change her mind.  “What they don’t tell you is that slavery is really easy. You just do what you are told and don’t complain.  That is what the others don’t get.  You don’t have to think much, just obey.  When you think it about it, it is actually super easy.  And when you don’t think about it, it is even easier.” Grunning has now been with almost a dozen different Masters in the past two years, looking for “a true Master who can match my true slavery.” When asked about any difficulties she faced, Grunning said she has really enjoyed the process.  “Especially the competitive part.  It easy to be a slave, but it is tough out slaving the other girls.  I am always looking for ways to be more slavey.  I try to catch the other girls in moments when they are not being slavey and then I let their Masters know.” By Jane Jameson on October 12, 2017

October 21, 2017 by
Just Another Way to Play But all available evidence shows that the vast majority of BDSM enthusiasts are mentally healthy and typical in every respect—except that they find conventional (“vanilla”) sex unfulfilling and want something more intense and intimate. Before condemning BDSM, remember that not too long ago, oral sex and homosexuality were considered “perverse.” Two to 3 percent of American adults play with BDSM, most occasionally, some often, and a few 24/7. That’s around 5 million people. Meanwhile, around 20 percent of adults report some arousal from BDSM images or stories. There are public BDSM clubs and private groups in every major metropolitan area and throughout rural America. Many cities have several.

October 21, 2017 by
You see it all the time. Straight people hating gY people. Gay people hearing them back. Lesbians not accepting m2f lesbian transgenders.transgenders stuck in the middle of it all. And what's wrong wth a m2f choosing to be a lesbian after their surgery? It seems that of all the LGBTQ community are the outcasts, people thinking they're only they're only in it for the sex. Please lend your thoughts about the way transgenders are treated even by the LGBTQ community,

October 20, 2017 by
Released written by Midnight~ For a long time, one stood..frozen and watching.unable to move.... Unable to release the fear and pain locked within.... Protective walls built high around a fair beauty asleep… Guards that halted with issued commands to stop…. Undaunted by walls ,covered with thorns , One made a path Revealing what Others had forsaken to see… The key to reopen windows long shuttered from light… Tearing down cobwebs revealing One at midnight… In the night, He could see all through her eyes A strength, He could illuminate for her to rebuild. He stripped away all power from her grasp Making her free and safe to find rebirth at last.. He showed her His way with a strong gentle hand Loving and nurturing , open and honest Peeling away tattered old ways ..nightmares from the past Clothed her in a loving heart before taking His control. Securely binding , gently restricting … Lending support while wrapped in His touch Urging her with kisses and longing Demanding walls crumble and open to Him Giving her heart , mind , body and soul Releasing her to bend to His complete loving control A willing slave she yielded to all of His needs. Discovering pleasure and joy in the inner peace. Bound to Him there could be no Other Her fears , desires , sex all given Beauty emerged fully owned His slave now and forever to be known

October 20, 2017 by
Blood on my face let me use my blade let me see your blood let me drink the iron as if its my daily food let me crave my mark let me share my art let me have you again when the need to feed

October 20, 2017 by
About 10 years ago, I was living with a hot young black girl. She was working as a waitress in an upscale restaurant on the breakfast and lunch shift. Her working dress code was a knee length dark skirt and a light blouse. One day she said she'd started getting flirty with a much younger guy at work (she was 28, he was 17). We laughed about it and said "Not even safe sex...only playing around, he's a minor!" Then I noticed one day when we were playing around after I'd picked her up from work, she smelled so mmm...I slid my hand up her skirt...her pussy was soaking wet! I teased her about it & she giggled and said they'd sneaked into the storage room at work on a break a few minutes before I'd picked her up and he'd fingered her. She'd usually cum really fast from getting fingered so that explained it perfectly! So we decided she'd wear some crotchless panties to work the next day. That afternoon when they sneaked into the storage room, she said she just walked over and leaned back against a desk, pulled up her skirt, spread her legs & told him to finger her and eat her pussy. Said it was pretty quick but they ended up with her sitting on his face. When I picked her up about 20 minutes later and slid my hand between her legs, she was so wet even her panties were soaked! My dick got rock hard instantly, and as I drove, I kept my hand sideways there....she was squirming and scooting as I was rubbing and squishing my hand against her wet hot crotch. Sometimes I'd finger her & tease her. As soon as we got home, we both ran up the steps, she quickly shut the front door and said "Just FUCK me! FUCK me QUICK!" I grabbed her, dropped my jeans, bent her over the couch and started fucking her. My big dick was already rock hard and she was so wet, I just forced my way into her. "UghHHAAAHH" she half screamed as her little cunt stretched to accommodate me. It looked so mmmM...watching her perfect ass framed in those lacy black panties as my big shiny wet cock slid in & out of her. I fucked her real hard as I reached under her with my left hand, pushing in against her stomach with my fingers so we could both feel my cock bulging inside her & she started cumming again...and I just exploded in her! I filled her SO full...Mmm!

October 19, 2017 by
Kate sashayed in front of me, her short, navy blue skirt flowing around her shapely legs, setting off the taut, white top that clung to her every curve. She stood 5'5", 130 lbs -- as a former collegiate soccer player and swimmer, her body was lean, lithe, and shapely in every right place. Her green eyes flashed and her shoulder-length chestnut hair bounced as she twirled in front of me. "What do you think," she asked as she smirked. "Do I look good enough to go out?" I drank in the sight of her. God, how I loved her. We fit -- physically, psychologically, emotionally -- we just fit. Most days, I felt a depth of connection to her that I could not imagine with anyone else. In nearly every respect, I felt like no one complemented me better, and vice versa. "Babe, you look phenomenal," I said as I stood from the bed and wrapped my arms around her. "You are going to put all your girlfriends to shame." I looked her in the eyes, held her face gently, and said, "I love you with every bit of me," and then kissed her. "Have a great time." She smiled and kissed me back, with a wry smile on her face. "I will," she said, "and then we'll have an even better time when I get home." She winked at me, strode to the dining room to retrieve her purse and keys, and then disappeared through our front door to meet her friends for ladies' night at a local bar. I grabbed a beer from the fridge and settled on the couch in front of our brand new flat screen TV. Some Sopranos, some Deadwood, a little baseball, and then a hot, tipsy girlfriend? A guy could get used to this.... A few hours, and a few beers, and a lot of Al Swearengen later, I was still binge-watching HBO when my phone rang. I flipped it open, saw "Kate" on the screen, and answered. "Hey, darlin', I wasn't expecting you...." That was as far as I got before her sobbing voice cut me off. "I--I-I got pulled over...she says...she says...my license is suspended." I took a deep breath. "Ok -- listen -- that IS an arrestable offense. Ask her where she is going to take you, and if it's ok if you relay that to me over the phone. Then I'll come get you. "Oh, oh, ok," she sobbed. Then I heard conversation in the background, ending with, "Oh, oh, ok, officer, thank you!" Then she came back on the line with me. "She says if I go straight home, and go to the DMV tomorrow to straighten this out, she'll waive the charge," she said between sniffs. "Great!" I replied. "See you soon!" I hung up the phone. I could not believe this. Kate had always driven with a lead foot and terrible field vision, which had led her to blow by several cops in the last couple years. Apparently she'd forgotten to pay a speeding ticket -- also an issue she'd had from time to time over the years. Twenty minutes later, she burst through the door, still agitated, but happy to be home. I walked to her and hugged her, then looked at her. "You ok?" "Yeah," she responded. Just a little shaken up." "What you are," I said sternly, "is lucky. You could easily be sitting in a jail cell right now." "I know," she said sullenly. "So," I said, "another unpaid speeding ticket?" Her eyes flashed with anger. "Fuck you, Mike. You don't have to lord over me that you're Mr. Perfect Driver. You're SUCH an asshole sometimes!" There it was, the white-hot anger that ran in her family. Sometimes it seemed as if a gremlin lived in her brain, just waiting to flip the switch on a white-hot angry streak that blotted out all reason and moderation. It was the one thing that kept our relationship from being just about perfect, and sometimes, like now, it really wore on me. "I wasn't lording anything over you, Kate," I said evenly, "it's just that this isn't the first time we've dealt with this...." "I know. I'm a terrible fucking human being," she yelled, "and you're so fucking perfect!" "I didn't say that, Kate, and I didn't think it either...." "Yes you did, you fucker," she yelled. "Every time I screw up, I have to hear about it!" I was suddenly DONE with this. "Kate," I said, "this isn't you. This is the anger talking." Fuck you," she yelled, "what are you going to do about it?!?" My head swooned. What could I do about it? And then, without thinking, I grabbed her by the arm and swung her over my six foot frame in a fireman's carry. "What are you DOING?!?" she yelled furiously. "Something I should have done a long fucking time ago," I yelled back. I carried her to our room, sat down, and pulled her across my lap. I ripped her panties off, and before she could protest, began to spank her as hard as I could. "Ow, ow, ow," she cried, as my large, hard hand cracked down on her bare bottom. "Ow, stop it, ow, what are you, ow, that HURTS!" she yelled. "Kate," I said, I have endured that anger snap from you for the LAST time. It is disrespectful of me, and disrespects our relationship. I have tried every way I know how to talk about it with you, and now, I'm done talking. I'm gonna spank you as hard as I can, as long as I need to, until you are penitent, and will apologize to me for your behavior." With that, I resumed pummeling her bare bottom with my hand. Her bare bottom turned pink, then crimson, as I spanked her. She yelped at each smack, then began to sniff, and whimper. As I sparked her again and again and again, she began to cry. "I am tired of being the object of your anger, Kate," I lectured. "I love you, but you need to control your emotions. I will not continue a relationship with you if you can't. But, I want to, more than anything. If I need to spank you to deter these flashes and encourage better perspective and control, so be it!" With that, and the continued assault on her increasingly dark red bottom, she began to wail and sob with pain. As the spanking wore on and on, her body became less rigid and more limp. Finally, with her entire bottom a dark, shiny red, she whimpered, "I'm sorry, Mike." When I heard it, mid-swing, I stopped. "Stand up, I ordered, "and sit on my lap." She did as instructed, though she winced and gasped as she sat down. "I'm really sorry we had to do this, Kate," I said. "I really, really don't like the idea of raising my hand to you. I just, I've tried everything else I can think of to deal with this anger thing of yours, and I just had an instinct this would work." She remained quiet for a moment, other than sniffling, and then spoke. "You were right. I, I think it did work. I've never been spanked before, Mike, and, well, I, I feel chastened, and calm. And my ass REALLY hurts." She grinned a little. "And, I kind of like that you took charge." She rubbed her bottom and grimaced, then continued. "I mean, ow, you sure do know how to give a girl a proper spanking. I'm not saying I want to do it again tomorrow, but...I think maybe it would help me get things under control if I knew this was a possible consequence, especially if you, you know...enforced it." I looked into her eyes. "Are you sure?" I asked. "Yes," she said, "I am." "Very well. From now on, if you get out of control, I am going to put you over my knee and tan your hide. And, Kate, if I find that I'm having to do this too often -- more than about once a month -- I'm going to escalate things a bit." A look of fear crept over her face. "What does that mean?" "It means I won't hesitate to go to our closet and pull out my old work belt and thrash your bottom with it." "Oh," she said. I could see her contemplate that outcome with unease. "Well,"'she replied, "I guess I will work hard to NOT earn that!" I smiled. "I love you, darlin'." "I love you too, Mike," she said, and leaned into me. "Now I have to go find some Jammies that won't chafe my bottom!" She stood up and walked toward her dresser. I smiled. Perhaps we had just found a way to deal with her anger.