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I read it to him, didn't want to, but I did. All I have to say is I'm a lucky girl to have a forgiving HOH. I know I'll be luckier when he's not so forgiving, however, I'm not exactly looking forward to my next discipline spanking. I much prefer good-girl spankings.
***I will call my HOH "J" from now on. He has agreed to let me do this here. The reason for me asking this of him is I find myself detaching emotionally from the blog because I can't put his name in here. This is, and should be I think, a very intimate and personal thing for me. I don't want to detach myself from my blog in any way. I want to truly speak from the heart. I hope to touch the hearts of my readers. I wish to portray LDD in a positive light.
Due to the nature of the content that this post has led me on I must include this warning:
DO NOT introduce LDD into an already abusive relationsip. This could possibly have detremental effects to you. You could possibly end up in a Master/Slave relationship from which it could take years to escape. My best advice would be to LEAVE IMMEDIATELY. Call the National Domestic Abuse Hotline at 1-800-799-7233. They will connect you to the closest office that can protect you and help you get out. They will relocate you to any location of your choice, including state to state, and provide you with the resources to get resettled. ***DO IT AFRAID, JUST DO IT***
A proper canidate for your HOH will already be compassionate, giving, kind, and love you unconditionally. Please pardon the "canidate" word, dear HOHs. Suggestions?
It's such a beautiful thing that LDD brings to the hearts of those that make this a part of their life. Many of us, including me, call LDD a "lifestyle" and "TTWD" (this thing we do). I think it's such a natural part of life that I almost don't understand why it isn't the norm. It's the internal make-up God has given us, and it's something, it seems, that every woman out there that's "missing something" is looking for. Could you imagine the marriages that could be saved? The broken hearts that could be healed? The children that would grow up so happy and healthy with the dad and mom God gave them? Could you imagine the change in America if we all adopted this "lifestyle"?
There is nothing wrong with being a strong woman. Emotionally we are strong. God made us that way. But that also makes us build walls, become stubborn and illogical. Thank the Lord that He gave us to sensible, logical, stronger counterparts to keep our emotions in check. Checks and balances. It's the way it's supposed to be. So natural.
I want to make a call to all women everywhere to give back the reins to whom they belong. Learn how to make this a part of your life. Learn how to "build" your man to be your perfect HOH. Start submitting now. This DOESN'T mean become a doormat. It means to allow him to say yea or nay without you pitching a fit. If he asks you to do something, smile and do it. Don't push his buttons. Behave yourself at all times. Remember you don't really want a Discipline spanking and you don't want to force him to having to give you one. Trust me, it is possible to screw up all by yourself without trying to.
Introduce it slowly!!!!!!!! BE PATIENT!!!!!! If he truly loves you this will be very hard for him and it may take him some time, even months, to get comfortable with the idea of spanking you. Respect that. Do not brat, or be naughty on purpose to push him to spank you. J and I have been together for 3 months shy of two years. He has spanked me in the bedroom pretty much from the beginning. But "Discipline" spanking is a whole other ball game. You are asking him to hurt you. You are asking him to make you cry. You are asking A HELL OF A LOT. I recommend purchasing Loving Domestic Discipline, reading it cover to cover and then giving it to your future HOH and allowing him all the time in the world he needs to read and absorb it.
It may seem that your HOH is not "getting it" (understanding what LDD is about and your desperate need for it). But in actuality, ladies, this is not true. Men's brains are not empty, anymore than yours is. Men are very analytical and once they choose to do something, they usually do it. They must be allowed the time to make that choice. When you introduce the LDD into your life the first thing they think about is all the things they have been taught about girls and all the things that could go wrong. Then once they get past that, and if you're patient he will, then they start thinking can I really do this? I love her, can I really do that to her? Can I really make her cry? Can I spank her properly? Can I push myself to do that? This seems to me the process that takes the most time.
If you continue to be as submissive as possible, then you will see his confidence grow. He will begin using the "command tone". Do not baulk at this or you'll blow it. He may even begin giving little "threats". This is a sign of progress. He is starting to open up to the fact that he is the man and he wears the pants. He is also opening to the idea of spanking you. You may have recieved a spanking or two by this time, probably in the bedroom. This is his way of testing the waters. This might be a good time to introduce him to blogs about LDD on the internet, if he is interested, or start your own. You're starting to get excited and might be trying to rush things a bit. DON'T. Again, be patient. It's decision time and you don't want to influence that decision negatively. I know, I almost blew it myself last week. This is the point where J is now.
What happens next? After this point I am relatively unhelpful. We are not there yet. There are many books and blogs out there that address the advanced stages of LDD. I hope to lead you through our progress to that stage. If anyone feels they have an answer to that queston for me...please comment. I love the comments, even if they are just short ones. I read every one.
Until next time...
Jadedjewel
In my previous post of Our Story I finished off the post with a couple of questions I am going to attempt to answer. The questions were: "Why is LDD needed or even wanted in our relationship?" and "Why, after so much abuse, would I even be interested in being spanked at all?"
If I was to be honest with you and myself, I would have to say I am still working on understanding this. I have a feeling of something missing, of something lost. I have a desire to be forgiven, to be cleansed. A desire to be loved, truly, completely, and unconditionally. A desire to be held accountable within a realm of deep-seated love that honestly only wants what's best for me. A desire to be nurtured and cared for, to be safe and complete. A desire that there is one person in the world that can wrap his arms around you and make everything ok. A desire to know that someone really cares for me and cares about what I do and don't do. Someone that cares enough to say NO, when I want to do something that's harmful to me or those around me. Someone that says YES, when I don't want to do something that would benefit me or those around me. Someone that says there is a better way to live. You can live without contention and hatred. Home doesn't have to be a place you fear, but your haven from the world. I want that. I need that. But I have that, right?
Yes, for the most part, I finally do. I have all of that. Except, perhaps, accountabilitity. I have a serious attitude problem and it's very evident in my words and actions. I am stubborn to a fault. I am a survivor. I had to be, and I'll be damned if at this point in my life, anyone is going to tell me anything! See where that's going? I also have problems with consistancy in activities, such as daily things and finishing what I start. Maybe it's because emotionally I'm only half a person, the other half remains an uncompleted puzzle waiting to be uncovered and beautified, like the projects I start and only half way finish. I want to be told in no uncertain terms, that temper tantrums and the like are not to be tolerated. A severe scolding from him definitely puts me in my place, but often times only for a while until the next situation comes up and I decide to throw another one. Usually the next one is always worse than the last and I have noticed lately that they have been getting worse. Something has to be done or we are going to end up miserable and I don't want that. I know I should have better self-control, but I sometimes I can't do it on my own. I need help. When I get angry and defensive, all those feelings I keep bottled up come roaring out and proceeds to send me, and whoever is there, on a huge emotional roller coaster ride. It almost always ends up with hurt feelings and it's just a bad thing all around. I keep imagining how effective it is when he scolds me and try to add a proper spanking on top of that in my mind. I think that would cease any repetition of that behavior for at least a year.
There are other things, too. I have an "I don't care" attitude about myself and things that could harm me. I call this "my better off dead syndrome". Often, I will put myself in a dangerous situation simply because I don't care if I live through it or not. For example, I will get "pissed off" about something, somewhere and walk out. It doesn't matter who I am with, or if I am 5 blocks, 5 miles or 50 miles from home. And I'll walk, too. All the way home. I don't care what happens, don't care if I get kidnapped, hurt, cold or anything. I numb myself to it. I simply refuse to care. I don't care who worries. I justify to myself "They should know me by now, I'll be just fine, I'm a survivor, besides who needs them anyway, I'm just fine by myself!" I will also push people away, or I try to cut myself off from the rest of the world, like my life would be a whole lot easier if nobody gave a shit about me, if everyone forgot that I existed. I'll quit answering the phone, only come out of the house to work, and quit talking to people in general. Just leave me alone. I don't want you caring about me! See, if no one cares about me, then I don't have to care about myself. It's a copout, but one I cling to like a lifeline. Another example is, on occasion, I will eat everything in sight. I don't care if I gain weight, don't care if I make myself have a heart attack, don't care if my stomach blows up and sometimes I even hope it would, because I don't care. I will eat what I want and as much as I want and I don't care if I have any reprocusions on myself at all. Other times, I will quit eating, because I don't care if I waste away to nothing. I hope that I get blown away with the wind. Sometimes the feelings are so strong, I think stupid stuff and want to do that one really, really stupid thing. Suicide contemplations are something I struggle with quite often. It's almost a daily struggle during this time of year. Of course, most of the time, it's all just in my head, but sometimes that stuff gets to the surface and becomes a dangerous thing.
I really don't like feeling these ways and YES, for those of you wondering, I do realize that these are serious problems and I have sought outside help for these issues. I have counseling, a support group and stubborn friends. Also, through his steadfast, patient and unconditional love, my HOH has also helped me to cope with some of these issues. I have an anti-depressent that I try to take everyday, although, when I get to feeling better, I quit taking it. Of course, I almost immediately get worse again, so it will be a rule when we put them together. I did warn my HOH about my suicide thought tendencies once, because we were discussing getting guns in the house for hunting. Due to overwhelming progress in this area, we now have a pellet gun, a .22 rifile that's mine, a .12 guage shotgun and a .54 muzzleloader in the house. We have a gun cabinet with a lock that we keep them in, although, most of the time it's not locked. No handguns, though. If we ever have those in the house, I have been told that these will be under lock and key at all times, and he will have the key with him. I am ok with this, because it keeps me safe. However, at this point, it is unlikely that we will have handguns in the house anytime soon.
Overall, since being with my HOH, I have become a much happier person. Love makes all the difference in the world, but I am still "me" with "me" behaviors. Those behaviors are the ones that cause disruption and unhappiness in our otherwise peaceful world. Because of this, after much research and contemplation, I showed my man what I had learned about LDD and asked that he hold me accountable for such behaviors through spankings. My HOH loves me and because of this he allows me to "get away" with a lot of these behaviors. Basically, he puts up with them because he sees them as part of who I am. Yes, he scolds me when it gets serious, but he tempers it all with a great deal of love and understanding. A lot of his fears in spanking me comes from my past abuse and he wants me to know that he loves me and would never hurt me like that. I do know this and trust him. I guess this is why I feel so comfortable asking him to do this for me and for us. I don't want our beautiful relationship to grow stagnant, or, even worse, unhappy because of me. I want us to grow in our happiness and love. I understand how LDD can work in a relationship to keep respect, honesty and peace. I want that so much for us.
I hope that this helps answer the questions I left us with last time. Perhaps your just as confused as you were before. As my HOH and I grow in our LDD relationship, I hope answers to these questions and more will become clearer to you and me.
Until next time,
Jadedjewel
I met my HOH in February 2008. I was working as a bartender in a local bar and he was a customer. Not the kind of customer that sits at the bar and makes as much noise as possible, but the quiet kind. He sat at a table, by himself, against the wall and facing the bar, so he could watch everything going on. Possibly watching me? He looked familiar, but I couldn't place him. He would have a couple of beers and then leave. He did this for a week or so before I finally approached him in friendly conversation - "Who are you and where do I know you from?" I demanded. He looked up at me kind of surprised, yet amused and said he had been wondering the same thing. Turns out he was a customer of mine when I worked at a convenience store in a nearby town. I wasn't interested in anybody then, the pain of my previous relationship still fresh in my heart. It would be over a year and half before I ran into him again at the bar. He later moved up to the bar to be closer to me while I worked. He never stayed long, but always left me with a smile and a promise he would try to come by the next day.
We went out on our first date a few weeks later, after we got through some semi-political BS at work, and I got my boss' approval to date him. I had to cancel our original first date. We had a wonderful time. He was the gentle giant, the perfect gentleman.
Ok not exactly a giant, but at almost 6' and 240 lbs, he's no small boy! Not complaining!
When we arrived back at my apartment, the police had the apartment building surrounded with yellow tape and we couldn't get to my door. There had been a killing in our apartment building!! We live in a little po-dunk down in great plains Nebraska, (population less than 5000), where that kind of stuff in unheard of, so needless to say, it was quite the night.
Anyway, my HOH was not pushy at all when I hesitated to give him a "first date kiss", and told him that as of yet, no men were allowed in my apartment, then sent him home. It was almost like he was handling a fragile teacup so gentle he was with me and in respecting my wishes. That was quite a memorable first date.
Anyway, we discovered that we had almost everything in common, except perhaps, our upbringing. Fishing, Camping, Hunting (Never done, always wanted), Music, Pool, Bowling, Gardening, Dogs (Always wanted a big dog, but afraid of dogs, so just had a cat). So many things...to many to list. He loved doing all the things I loved doing and desired to do, but never got the chance. Whenever I allowed a man into my life, usually within two months of leaving the last one, he was unsupportive or abusive. I was stuck in the house all the time. I am an outdoor girl and that was like feeling trapped continuously in some dark and angry hole. No curtains were allowed to be opened, no sunlight, no air, just dank and dark. I hated it and I never wanted to live like that again.
Being single, I was able to have my curtains and windows open, I had a beautiful vine growing in the corner with a couple of other plants I had gathered along the way and I wasn't living in constant fear. "NO MEN ALLOWED IN MY APARTMENT, EVER!!" was a written rule on my refrigerator, posted via sticky note by yours truly, to prevent myself from stupidly involving myself with strange men. There were a couple of occasions that I made an exception, because a friend brought her husband with her. Perfectly acceptable. However, due to previous abuse, I was susceptable to any smooth talker that came along. All I wanted was to be loved, but I was going to be smarter this time.
My HOH and I fell in love a few months later and it felt so complete. He was kind, caring, attentive, strong, and handsome. How could I not love a man like that? He was everything I had always wanted, but told myself I wasn't good enough to have. He has told me many times that he doesn't deserve me and refuses to believe me when I say it's the other way around. It upsets him a little when I say that, because he doesn't like me thinking so little of myself, so I usually keep that precious bit knowledge to myself. I don't deserve him and I never will!! But, he loves me unconditionally. That is a precious, precious thing that I will treasure for as long as the Good Lord allows it.
We have been together ever since and I still have every window in the house open as long as weather permits and I never put the curtains down unless we want some privacy. I even leave them open at night! We have two dogs, one really big black Lab/German wirehair and one mid-sized really cute yellow Boxer/Rot/Lab mix. This year will be my second year deer hunting and we go fishing and camping every chance we get. I have a garden outside and a forest inside. I have homemade bread in my new deep freeze and for the first time ever I have an electric dishwasher! I have flowers out in the front yard that I tend to, and when we get bored with all that, we go to our favorite hang-out, have dinner and shoot some pool! He has been unbelievably supported in anything I wish to do and if it doesn't work out he is always there encouraging me to try again.
Life is wonderful! We have respect, love, caring, honesty, intimacy, peace and so much more in our relationship.
So, perhaps you are asking why is LDD needed or even wanted in our relationship? Or perhaps you are asking yourself why, after so much abuse, would I even be interested in being spanked at all? Well, I will try my best to answer that question in my next post.
Thank you so much and I do hope you enjoy reading these posts as much as I enjoy writing them. It is such a relief to get my experiences, emotions and story out in writing. I recommend to anyone to open a blog in an area of interest to you and write your own experiences down. You might find yourself a little less stressed and possibly a little cleansed.
