Saturday, March 17, 2018

FFF 7 - Eric is lookin' mighty fine!

Eric jumped on FFF two weeks ago.  He's incredible. 13 pounds down. Sexy. Wearing clothes he'd shoved in the back of the closet years ago. Portion control. Healthy choices. He avoids situations where he would be tempted. Amazing.

Amy? Not so good. Down 2.2 pounds. Averaged 1200 calories a day all week.  Took 29,000 steps over the week but ended up back on the couch with ice packs and a swollen knee. Grrrr!!!!

This morning I went for a slow easy walk.  Got about six blocks from home and the sky opened, the wind picked up, and rain fell.  I looked like a drowned rat by the time I got back.  Eric found me shivering at the door.

"Why didn't you call me to pick you up?!" he asked, stripping wet clothes off  and taking me upstairs.  He ran a hot bath and dumped a whole cup of Mr. Bubble in the tub.

I relaxed. Sunk down in the bubbles. Breathed.

Then Eric appeared with my phone in his hand.  He'd found it on the washing machine where I'd left it when I went out on my walk.

Out of the water, skin warm and red, over the lap of my love.

Spank, spank, spank.

"Amy Lynn! Don't you ever leave this house without your phone."

Spank, spank, spank.

"You're already pushing it by walking on that knee."

Spank, spank, spank.

In the corner, nipples against the wall, hands at my sides, my ass tingled and I rested.

The rain came on strong outside and we found ourselves between the sheets.

Wednesday, March 14, 2018

Questions for Eric from Hoss

How do I read when to stop?  My wife has shown that sometimes I stop too soon.  We haven't ever gone too far.

Consistency.  She has moods and sometimes it is frustrating to not discipline in the moment, but I don't want to discipline angry.  We have problems with being consistent on a daily basis as life gets in the way.  I need to redirect during those times and would appreciate suggestions on what others do or think.

Eric: As Amy and I got more in tune with each other and this dynamic, she became comfortable letting me know what she was feeling and how far I could take things.  I always say, this is not a silent movie. Speak up.  By giving me the keys, I can do a better job in my role.  Amy has taught me that the spanking is only part of the experience.  Taking my time, having the conversation, corner time or something to focus on - touching on the emotional/mental side is as important as the physical.  I don't worry about going too far because we have a safe word.  There have been times when I think she's taken all she can but I ask if she's had enough. Sometimes she's said no.  You both need to talk.  It's a tango. You both need to dance.

It's hard for us to be consistent when I'm traveling all the time.  We've come up with other things to keep Amy's mind where she is happiest.  Sometimes I'll have her self discipline while we're on the phone.  Sometimes I'll give her a list of things to get done while wearing a plug or some capsicum. It's all about the connection.  When life gets in the way, do your best to connect one way or another.

Can't say I've ever disciplined while angry but I have been frustrated with Amy as times.  I find whispering in her ear what I'll be dishing out later (you're getting the belt tonight, young lady) is enough to swing her.  The key is to follow through. If you don't plan on doing something, don't say you will.  The anticipation is just step one.  The discipline that comes later is step two.  The love afterwards is step three.  We always talk about it the next day. I need to know how she really feels and find she's more open a day or so later.

Sunday, March 11, 2018

Discovering Eric51% and Amy49%

March is "ask anything" month and since my accident, I've been lucky enough to have my husband home with me. We've answered all of your questions together and we have even jumped on the FFF bandwagon, determined to lose thirty pounds between the two of us. We've had two and three hour conversations about many of the topics that Q&A brought to light so thank you and please don't hesitate to ask anything else you'd like to know. We are learning so much about each other and yes, Eric is in to do a blog post but suggests we come up with singular topic for all of the HOH's to address.

Vulnerability is a topic that pops up in blog land rather frequently.  The past two weeks, I've been physically getting stronger and being back at work half time has got me mentally more upbeat. As the month slips away, Eric is noticing an edge to me, one of frustration, fear, and frantic feelings.

"Why?" he asks. "Why are you getting all wound up?"

Wednesday: "I'm still hurting, and you're going to be traveling again soon."
Thursday: "I don't like being alone, and you're going to be traveling again soon."
Friday: "I'm afraid to drive, and you're going to be traveling again soon."

Eric is no dummy.  He picked up on my theme even before I did.

Saturday: "Go get the cheese board, Amy Lynn," was the order of the morning, "I need to clear your head before breakfast."

The neighbor was outside, hood up on a project car, just below our bedroom window.  We went into the closet and Eric had me hold onto the top rack of hanging shirts.  My black spandex shorts hugged my cheeks and provided little cushion to the wooden paddle making it's mark. A slow start, Eric tapped each side while reiterating in my mind that I am not a helpless girl.  He increased the force of each blow, reminding me to breathe, and running his fingers over my back every now and then to see the affect he was having; small beads of sweat building as my butt began to sizzle. Eric spanked to return my confidence.  His words, his belief, and his physical display managed to get me off the ledge.

"Take everything off," Eric commanded and then forced me in front of the mirror.  "Look at your red ass and your beautiful body. Look at the beautiful woman I love. You are incredible. I need you to see that."

Vulnerable. I want to see it. Want to believe it.

"You need more," Eric stated and I nodded., turning into his body and holding on for dear life.

"What do yo want?" he asked.

I wanted him to say he wasn't going to travel anymore.  I wanted him to say he was going to stay home and take care of me for the rest of my life.  I wanted him to say I didn't have anything to worry about ever again because he was going to be there for me forever.

I paused, drinking in the scent of his cologne, and then walked back into the closet.  I took his black leather belt off the hook in the corner and handed it to him.  Without a word, I placed my hands back on the clothing rack and closed my eyes.

Eric did not hold back, but he took the time to let me react, settle into the feeling, and accept each stroke.  Deep red welts wrapped around my bottom and the sting brought a sense of peace to my brain.  He took me to bed and made slow, purposeful love to me.

Saturday afternoon, Eric made me drive as we ran errands and took care of thing around the house. He made me walk at the grocery store. He made me get cash from the bank. He made me see that I am strong and independent and can do everything that I need to do to get by.

Sunday morning, lounging in my husband's arms, the edge is gone. The twinge of sad loneliness is prepped and ready for him to take flight again but there is no fear.

"About yesterday," Eric said, rolling me over and tracing the marks left behind by his belt, kissing gently each patch of color.  "It's important to me that you are always able to take care of yourself. I could be hit by a train tomorrow and you would have to carry on without me."

I flipped back over and stared into his sincere blue eyes.

"Are you leaving me?" I asked. "Are you checking the boxes so you can walk away and not feel any guilt because you think I don't need you?"

Eric was baffled.

"No," he replied. "I love you enough to make sure you can always take care of youself."