I have to admit life has been pretty boring the last couple of days. Between grocery shopping and cleaning the toilets there has not been much to it. P. has been working late (it’s 2:57 AM and he should be home any second now) for a new client. I actually talked on the phone this afternoon without screaming or name calling. P. called a little after we hung up to say my mom called him to let him know I was more civil!

P. has promised not to work late Thursday or Friday and to take me out both nights. I’ve been wanting to see Pirates of the Caribbean.

I did start my period so I guess I’m not pregnant. The thought had me freaked out. Now I’m actually pretty sad that I’m not.

P. came home Saturday afternoon. He spent the night at the cabin which is near Cookeville. I was so happy to see him! We talked all afternoon and night. He said he was not going to spank me until I proved that I really wanted him to be in charge! I told him I really did and would do anything to prove it! He told me that I was going to apologize to my mom and start to work things out. Well! When I opened my mouth to let him know what I thought of that he pinched my leg hard enough to leave a red spot. When I finished screaming because it hurt like heck, P. told me that he was going to do that anytime he thought I was going to open my mouth without thinking.

Sunday we went to Church with mom and dad. It was nice to see some of my friends from school. After Church we went to Jason’s Deli and ate. It almost killed me, but I told me mom I was sorry for what I said on the phone and for losing my temper. She apologized too and I started to cry! The whole time we were there P. would pinch me under the table when he thought I was about to go off. I think my dad figured out what was going on because he started laughing every time I jumped or yelled. When we got home I had a huge bruise on the side of my leg. P. and I layed on the couch and he held ice on it. That was wonderful!

I only have a few minutes for a blog. Today is grocery day, and I need to go to Publix. We are out of everything!

P. and I practice Domestic Discipline. In a word, he spanks me when I am disobedient or get out of line. You probably are wondering “How did I get into this?” and “Am I some messed up person?”

As long as I can remember I always enjoyed being the Damsel in Distress when playing with other kids. Somehow this always led into being tied up. I think the turning point was when I was fourteen. My parents took me to this gigantic outdoor flea market. I’m a big time bookworm. This one booth was selling books by the box. And they were big boxes. I bought one that seemed to be filled with mostly fantasy stories (I love Dragonlance). Buried in the box as if by fate was an old copy of Pauline Reage’s Story of O. It had a few pages missing but I got the message. I read and reread that book and still have it in my box of mementos. My life with P. is not quite as intense as O’s.

Several websites that I have checked out imply the Bible condones the husband spanking a wife. I grew up as a Baptist, and P. is a Baptist. I personally don’t think it does. I think there are certain areas that a wife should allow her husband to be the head of and some things that wives are better at. I just don’t think the Bible says that every marriage should be like ours.

My friend S. (who is the only one who knows about our relationship) asked if I was P.’s sex slave. What we have is something more than just about sex. It is about trust. S. didn’t believe me when I told her we never had sex until our wedding night.

So far P. has only spanked me twice since our wedding. Once for not typing in my receipts into Quickbooks (a nightly ritual) and once for backing my car into a tree in the yard because I was trying to send a text message to S. I think the tree had more damage than my car.

Enough about this. Those boxes are still sitting upstairs…

E.