We are Eric and Amy.
I am Amy. Strong, independent "woman" who refuses to grow up and insists on being called "girl". I have my own home, raise my own children, hold down a full time job and go to school part time. I make my own decisions; one of them being, my relationship with Eric.
He is Eric. Strong, independent man who is rock solid in his career, his convictions and his personal value. He lives his own life and makes his own decisions; one of them being, his relationship with me.
We joke about the balance of power. We met in a work setting where Eric holds the cards. It wasn't long before we were getting together for coffee, lunch, dinner and then all three. We clicked; intellectually, physically and in a limitless spirit of adventure. Our friendship blossomed over a period of two years, one hour at a time.
Eric is my biggest cheerleader. He knows how hard I work and the demands I place on myself. He accepts me for who I am and wants to see me excel in everything I choose to take on. Nothing I do takes away from who he is or what he is about. There is no need for him to control me or for me to serve him. There is mutual love and respect between the two of us and neither would have it any other way. Yet in this dance of life, it is becoming increasingly clear that the balance of power can and should shift when one partner (that would be me) longs for a sense of accountability (to myself) and stress relief.
About three months ago, Eric and I started researching domestic discipline or "DD". We read countless articles, stories and blogs. We virtually got to know Clint and Chelsea, explored the therapeutic side of Ms. Aria and became intrigued by Holding 49 Percent. We are not interested in this lifestyle as a means to serve God, boost Eric's ego, or grow a submissive side to me. Instead, we are exploring the psychological and physiological benefits of a spanking "reset". Lets face it, men and women handle stress differently. Men tend to need a physical release while women are desperate for a more emotional letting go; each producing natural pain and stress relieving endorphins.
My plate is too full and over the years, Eric has seen how this piling of responsibility and obligation bottles up inside me like a coke shaken on a hot summer day. I stop sleeping, eat poorly, quit exercising and push through whatever it is I feel I must achieve. I get frustrated and short tempered, my mind whirling in so many directions I can't shut it off and then my thoughts spiral in such a flurry, I can't slow down enough to move forward. Eventually, I crash and burn; cry for ten hours, sleep for two days and then, I'm me again. Silly, happy, productive me.
Eric and I think a form of DD may put an end to the crash and burn by resetting my brain before I get wrapped up in an endless cycle of uncontrolled thoughts. Our theory is, when I get overwhelmed and am running at 100% with no room to breathe, if Eric were to step in and take me over the edge (OTK, as it were) to 101%, ultimately he would hold me accountable and I could get enough of a release to drop the momentum in my head down to 50%, thus allowing me to stay focused and keep going. We believe when my brain is running a mile a minute, a sharp but loving spanking would force my mind to focus on the pain rather than everything else going on in my head. Some tears and a little corner time in a quiet peaceful place, followed by the warm embrace of the man I love - a total reset. We've talked about it for months. We've read about it for weeks. We've thought about it, at least I have, for years. Maybe someday, soon, we'll give it a try.