Excerpt from a new story….

I have, with her permission, written a story about one of my dearest friends, the author TL Taylor, who was the other half of the creative process to conceive the idea of writing erotica from the viewpoint of a hotel suite.  We both started work on our stories but is soon became clear that her story was evolving into a novel and t the literary mechanism of using the room to tell the story wasn’t going to work for her.  Still, she deserves a great deal of the credit for the upcoming anthology I will be publishing: Room 1475.  You can look up TL Taylor on Scribophile.com and enjoy her literary, flash and erotic fiction.

TL and I have dramatically different viewpoints on Domestic Discipline, properly given submission, and spanking.  The following excerpt is the prologue to my final Room 1475 story; Spanking TL Taylor.  I spoke at length with her about the content and I have her permission to use her “likeness” in the story.  The prologue is actually true but leads into the fantasy that I wrote (with the permission of both of our spouses).

 

***A Note from Blair Farinholt

The author, TL Taylor was one of the strongest, alpha personality women I had ever met.  She lived in the wine country of California while I lived in the Hudson Valley of New York.  There couldn’t be two more divergent backgrounds.  We had collaborated on a theme concept which we were going to co-author and publish; Room 1475.  These were erotic stories told from the viewpoint of a hotel suite in Reno, Nevada.  I went on to write three stories for publication while her stories went on the shelf while she worked on other pieces.    

There was latent feminism in her strong demeanor as well as in the characters of her erotic writings.  Her female characters, sometimes victims of their own weaknesses, were rich and complex.

The male characters were far more one dimensional, motivated by their gender and their genitals. One character was so despicable that no one who read him, liked him.  I didn’t.  I could sense in our frequent conversations as we traded critiques that she liked Dominick, the arrogant, self-absorbed ass who is the antagonist of Taylor’s magnum opus called Power Play.  This seemed like a paradox to me.

These kinds of conversation came up when we compared notes, even before she coaxed me into joining Scribophile.com.  Often we would compare the similarities and the stark contrasts between the themes of her stories; power exchange in relationships-and those that I aspire to writing about; consensual spanking and Domestic Discipline.  Both types of relationships turn the typical lovers paradigm upside down.

In Power Play, Rebecca, the protagonist, wants to have a virtual online relationship without any strings when she is unwittingly drawn into Dominick’s web.  At first, seeming aloof and disinterested, he finally concedes to chatting and emailing her until they agree to have a sex only relationship.  However, she finds him to be a narcotic to her and soon finds herself being manipulated and used by the married man from across the country.  The entire time the two engage in an ongoing virtual War of the Roses on who has control of the relationship with the potential for tragic consequences; especially when Rebecca realizes that she has lost all of the power.

In my own work, that power is willingly and consensually abdicated by one partner, who then trusts the other to wield it for the betterment of the relationship.  This is the crux of Domestic Discipline ideology, Christian or otherwise.  For example, I was writing a Christmas fantasy about a broken woman who has a fetish about Santa.  When he comes and meets her, telling her that he can lead her back into both his good graces as well as emotional wholeness, she finds that she must surrender her will to the one figure in her life that she has ever trusted…even if that trust finds her on the receiving end of his ongoing corporal discipline.  My stories are always trying to have a happy ending.  TL’s aren’t necessarily obligated to such an end.

“What happens when you spank your wife?” she asked me one day after sharing critiques.

A Posting from Blair’s Submissive Wife, Margie: September Maintenance Spanking

Margie and I were just noting that I posted in a bunch again and felt like it was a perfect opportunity to post what was on her mind in regards to our CDD relationship.  After talking about the content, I agreed with the stipulation that we had probably reached the edge of our transparency about our marriage.

Blair is my Sir.  I don’t want readers to think that I am a doormat submissive.  If only that were true!  I would probably find myself bent over the bed or a chair less often.  I call him Sir when he is directing me or asks me things.  It is an incredible example to our children.  Most important to me though is that it keeps me in constant reminder of our roles in the marriage.  I am the submissive helpmate.  He is my Leader, my Priest, my Knight in shining armor… and my disciplinarian.

I actually have been doing well in the last couple of months.  I have only received five, relatively minor spankings in that time period.  I am focused and attentive.  It is a joy loving and serving my Head of Household.

Some time ago we both agreed that Maintenance spankings should be part of our marriage, especially as I become better and better at my obedience and behavior.  When I turned thirty, we negotiated Maintenance into our rules.  On the last day of the month, if I have received less than four spankings in that month, I receive a Maintenance spanking.  Maintenance is a spanking without offense, but unlike “good girl” swats or a role affirmation spanking which are both just simple and relatively quick bare hand spankings, it is a full, spanking ritual that usually is at least hard and sometimes severe in intensity.

As you know, it is the last day of September and I have been a very good wife (only one spanking for a parking ticket).  So tonight, I received my regular maintenance spanking.

As a woman, I have to share how intensely intimate this time together for us is.  It brings all of the best fruit of our marriage and our decision to practice CDD to the fore.  Practically, I just need the spanking because I haven’t been spanked in a while.  It is an extreme role affirmation for us because it bears the intensity of a punishment while engendering the trust that a role affirmation needs.  I feel his appreciation when I submit to Maintenance.  I hate the pain that I have to endure but I can feel his spirit being fed when I trust him with my discomfort and discipline.  It’s not that I am not submissive when I’m punished, but this is different, because I am submitting without offense.  He is tender even when he brings me to wailing tears.

Some of my most intimate memories of our marriage are the times where I am in position, either over his lap or bent over something and his hand is gently holding me and talking encouragement to me before he disciplines me.  When we pray together before hand, it is like we are about to do something holy.

Tonight, was both bitter and sweet.  It was simply the worst spankings I have received in nearly three years. I received a bare hand warm up that lasted five minutes; then I was given the hairbrush; then the belt; then I was paddled.  Between each set, I got five minutes of corner time and then three minutes of gentle rubbing.  We decided last week that it would be appropriate to have a severe spanking this month because I literally hadn’t received one in a couple of years.  It was mutually agreed to but while I was being spanked, I questioned my willingness.  We focused on my staying in position, role affirmation, and the reminder of how painful punishment can be.

As horrible an experience as it was (so bad that I was screaming in pain during the paddling and still can’t sit comfortably), it was also one of the most lovely evenings with Sir that I can remember.  He was patient with me.  When we prayed, I felt so close to him.  He prayed for strength to spank me as hard as I needed to receive and then prayed for my response to the spanking.  My spirit was so open to him.  It was also sensual for us.  We send the kids out on maintenance night, especially when it is hard or severe, mostly so I can cry or yell as loud as I need to.  It also allows me a little marital immodesty which makes the whole thing easier. Tonight, after we prayed he undressed me to my tank top and I didn’t dress again until the maintenance was over.  He knows that I enjoy being naked, especially in the freedom of our marriage.  He encouraged me through the entire process.  I could feel his hand holding my hip as I was over his lap being spanked with his hand and the hairbrush.  When I received the belt, he laid me on my back and whipped my bottom diaper style, his eyes always on mine which I loved.  When he is angry or disappointed with me, he will often withdraw relationship by bending me over or away from him while I am being spanked.  He touched me throughout the discipline and even though it was horrifyingly painful at times, I was completely at peace with the process.

Afterwards, I needed to cry it out and he just held me on the bed as I heaved.  Then as I just melted into Sir, as often happens on maintenance night, we wound up making love.  I absolutely love sex after maintenance because we are so tuned to each other that it is like we started even before he got inside me.

Sir tells me that maintenance are both his favorite and most difficult spanking to give me.  He loves it because it is the time where I seem to trust him the most which really encourages him.  It is difficult because he has to spank me so hard for no offense and his normal thought process is that I need that.  I love my husband so much.  I trust him even when he makes me cry.  I trust his leadership and he trusts my submission.

I couldn’t have told this story better actually.  Margie was amazing tonight.  After her spankings today, she posted all of the stories and articles that we got together to post here.  I was particularly struck by the intimacy of the diaper style spanking I gave her with the belt.  I really felt close to her as I held her legs and watched her face as I gave her the belt.  She was crying loudly and I had to make sure that I didn’t wane in the severity of the spanking.  Sometimes, when she cried out in a particularly fearful way, she would quickly augment it with an sobbing ‘it’s okay…it’s okay…’.  I am married to an impressive, powerfully loving, submissive Bride.  I am far luckier than you.  I love you, Wife.  

The Truth from the Head of Household

The truth is that I enjoy spanking my wife.  Whether it is because we are having a sensual moment of playful, erotic spanking, because she is being punished for a transgression or simply receiving a maintenance spanking for affirming our roles, I relish the opportunity to warm her alabaster bottom.  Now, it is important that people know that.  It is important that my wife knows it.

She doesn’t necessarily think that I enjoy her discomfort which, especially during punishments, is substantial and on the edge of scary for her.  However, the times when I didn’t enjoy spanking her…when I struggled to bring myself to do it…. where far more destructive to our marriage.

It was a titanic effort to bring ourselves to the place where we wanted to bring Domestic Discipline into our lives.  At first, because she is so powerful a personality, she was unwilling to submit to punishment.  “Why do I need to be punished and corrected?”  During that early season, we spanked to establish our roles.  I have always been something of a passive aggressive people pleaser, especially when it comes to my bride. Bringing myself to ‘hurt’ her… to cause her any pain… even if it’s consensual, was very difficult for me.  There was a time after we started where I began to balk at her requests for a spanking.

I also had a conflagration of feelings about separating Domestic Discipline spankings from sexual/erotic spankings.  I got to the place when I became frustrated that I was aroused by the fact that I enjoyed the process.  As the frequency of the spankings began to lessen and it was easy for her to discern that I was balking at the opportunities that she was presenting (no pun intended), she did what any good wife would do. She became furious with me.  This was rejection for her, even if paying attention to her, in some cases, meant that she would be crying by the time it was over.  This was when I realized that when we moved forward from that point there would be a Rubicon that we couldn’t return from.

Leading my wife in her behavior is only one aspect of Domestic Discipline.  My wife knows me better than anyone on earth and she knows that we came to this place partially because I don’t hate it.  That I enjoy and I am aroused by spanking her.  When I got over my Pharisaical idea that I had to have a specific mind set and feeling when she is being spanked was retrograde to all that spanking and DD brings to our relationship. Outside of the obvious, closeness, trust, and family harmony that are the natural outflow of our choices in regards to DD, being aware of when she needs discipline, when she needs maintenance, when she needs a playful swat or spanking before we make love, are all part of my job description.

While she is in the midst of a punishment or discipline she can’t know it as well, but almost immediately afterwards her spirit opens and her mind seems at peace.  She knows she is no longer under any judgment and is forgiven.  Additionally, her flesh has registered that forgiveness, because it has felt that justice has been served.  Throughout our lives, we all live with guilt and shame of things that, despite the fact we may be forgiven for, we don’t feel forgiven.  This leads to a host of negative, toxic manifestations in our lives.  My wife never has that problem because she quickly gets a clean slate and her mind and body know it.

Even on a selfish note for her, the endorphin released after a vigorous spanking also lighten the spirit and demeanor which she simply likes more than not.

For me, I had to examine why I am so enamored with the duty of spanking my wife.  It was really quite simple.  I am a romantic and when she willingly submits to a spanking (one that she only receives with consent), I am just thrilled in the trust that she places with me.  She trusts that I will always pay close attention to her and I trust that she will always esteem me with leadership in our home.  The spankings allow both of us to embrace our roles and celebrate them.  Some of the celebrations are fun…some are hard and painful….but always safe and nurturing for our marriage.