Not the type you get from a great roller coaster ride

It’s hard for me to be succinct and just give the facts on the spanking. I feel compelled to give the reflection and reaction as well. As I said all the way back in Post 13, that’s just how I am. In keeping with my blog’s name, this is Domestic Discipline, administered and shared “Jenny Style.” Enjoy!

I don’t know where to start or what to share first. I believe it will take many posts to share some of the ups and down of our foray into a Master/slave dynamic.

To summarize, it was exhilarating and exhausting, https://famosos.culturamix.com/blog/wp-content/gallery/biografia-do-ator-connor-paolo-3/Biografia-do-Ator-Connor-Paolo-7.jpg” alt=”mistni nezadani seznamovací aplikace”> arousing and mundane, sensible and absurd. While always in the veil of serving Mike, it also had moments of self-absorption and self-reflection. Overall it was a positive experience and I am glad we did it.

I learned that M/s is not for us; however, there are elements we are taking back to what now appears to us as our tame and “normal” domestic discipline arrangement.

That rest and lovely gesture was just the medicine I needed as I was ready to take on the last three days with a full head of steam

I’ll share some specifics on future posts but want to share now that the most surprising part of it for me was how physically demanding it was. I had thought of quitting at one point as I was just exhausted. I was trying hard to not show my fatigue but Mike could clearly see it. The night of day 7 he allowed me to take a warm bath, (all bathing prior to this was with cold water). He then put me to bed early and put a blindfold on me, put on some sound effect app that played the sound of water rushing through a river, and he turned out the lights. In addition to going to bed early, I got to sleep until I woke up on my own.

As a tease, some of the more interesting stories were when we needed a plumber and Mike made me stay naked during the service call, or some of the things Mike and John worked out regarding me and Donna, or our attending two FetLife functions, or the several new toys/implements Mike surprised me with. Mike also came up with two new punishment techniques, both of which are easily at the top of my least favorite list. Also, I will share the things we are taking into our daily DD routine/rules. Lastly, we “celebrated” the end of the immersion with getting my nipples pierced, which also has a fun story attached (although not as salacious as I had hoped it would be).

We have a few days to mentally and physically re-set and our son will be back home. Given that it is summer, our DD and TTWD will occur less frequently since our son will mostly be home. DD is so inconvenient, but Mike and I have already devised a plan to make sure we don’t ignore it.

I have butterflies in my stomach. Not the anxiety driven type such as before a test or important presentation. It’s the type that I haven’t felt since my first infatuation with a boy in middle school. The persistent tingle fueled by a constant adrenaline drip. The more I think about what is to come, the faster the drip. My heart beats faster, my mouth becomes dry, and my hands a little shaky and a bit damp. Any time I want I can orgasm in record time.