Humour,  Our D/s Life,  Our DD Life

A rule isn’t a rule unless …

I’ve been somewhat absent from the blogosphere lately … from writing, reading and commenting as in the past few weeks life has taken over. Frank is working with a friend on a construction project that has him heading off to work everyday for a couple of months. I, in turn, get to take on the homestead chores with the occasional kiddo duties thrown in just for fun. All of which takes us away from each other … a common, recurring issue in many D/s relationships. However, I’m not worrying about it as I have in the past, when we were newly into our dynamic. The way I see it our D/s is somewhat like my sourdough starter … bubbling and active as needed and when not, put away to still quietly simmer until it is brought out, fed and active again.

We always have our foundation to rely on, rules large and small … and some of those rules are now so very ingrained that they are hardly thought of as ‘rules’ any more. One of them is the ‘underwear rule’, which I’ve written about a few times in my old blog but maybe not so much here. A longstanding tradition in our relationship has been every evening before bed, Frank lays out his choice of underwear for me to wear the next day (panties always, sometimes bra as well, lingerie on me being his ‘thing’). When we ventured into our DD/D/s relationship, that tradition became a rule … and additions to the rule were made … if there is nothing laid out, then I wear none … and if I want something else for some reason, I need to ask permission to change.

It had been a long day … the Christmas season had kicked off with an evening reception at the gallery where I work part time. I was exhausted by the time I got home late in the evening. After dispensing with outerwear, I piled into Frank’s lap where he was sitting in his easy chair, for a hello and a catch up on our day.

I was wearing stretchy black dress leggings with a long sweater … I felt his hand dip under my sweater and run up my backside to the top of my leggings. In doing so, I knew exactly where he was heading … literally and figuratively. Looking over my shoulder, he pulled back the waistband and tugged on the top of my underwear …

“I don’t recall these being what I laid out for you this morning” …

“I changed them” …

“I know you did … I did a load of laundry when I got home” …

I started in with my explanation …

“Those ones wouldn’t work with these pants … they were too slippery. I’d be pulling my pants up all night. Your phone was dead so I couldn’t call for permission and I didn’t know when you’d be home”

I tried a grin as I said .. “I made an executive decision and changed them.”

“An ‘executive decision’? … hmmm, I see … you’re making executive decisions now. Well, I might have an executive decision or two of my own to make. You have could have gone with none instead” …

As I continue to explain and state my case that option wouldn’t have worked either, he cut me off …

“So what you’re saying is you think I should give you a pass?” …

Gawd! … I hate it when he does that … turns the tables on me. I am silent as I think. All of you out there in this type of relationship know the pitfalls … ‘a rule isn’t a rule unless it’s enforced’ and how ‘consistency is key’.

“Well?” … he prompts …

I sigh … “No, you’re right” …

“Glad to hear you agree … so we’ll ‘talk’ about this again later” …

yeah sure, I’m thinking … he’ll be talking with his hand.

I expected a spanking at bed time … it didn’t happen

I expected a spanking in the morning … it didn’t happen

I was still lounging bed with coffee and ipad when he got up to get on with his day. Not too long after, he appeared, standing in the bathroom doorway. In his right hand he held up the glass butt plug. In his other hand he held silicone ben wa balls, dangling them by the little tail.

“So today, you will wear both of these … blah, blah, underwear lecture, blah, blah … ”

… my mind disengaged after his first couple of words as I took in what he was wearing …

… as I said he’s working … and it’s cold outside. He is dressed in black ‘long johns’ … not sure if that’s just a Canadian term … maybe a better description is long underwear? …  anyway … think of them as tights for men. Along with the bottoms, he is wearing the matching top, high collared, zipped up. Over this he is wearing a black t-shirt. Now my man is bulky through chest and shoulders but he is not very tall so the extra large t-shirt on him is long enough to cover all the important bits … and I couldn’t help myself …

I burst into laughter … gales of belly laugh laughter …

“What!? … so now you think it’s funny?!” …

‘No, no, no” … I splutter in between gasps and giggles … gesturing up and down in his direction …

“It’s what you’re wearing … you look like … I forget his name … in the movie, the kids’ movie … I can’t remember the name of it either … you know the one … where the evil villain adopts the three adorable kids” …

He turns back towards the bathroom, shaking his head … “yes, I know who you mean” …

Still visible to me through the doorway, he grabs his jeans … leg, leg, tuck, tuck, zip, button and belt buckled … again a distraction … is it just me or is there something about the ritual of a man putting on his pants, especially when there’s a belt involved … sorry, I digress … because while he has been putting on said pants, he has been continuing with his underwear rule lecture and his description of my ensuing penance …

I try very hard to put on my best serious subbie face and listen but inside I am still giggling …

Yes, I paid the price and served my punishment …

But as I write this I am grinning again … as I remember how I got Dommed by …

… Gru, Despicable Me’s lovable villain … (minus the scarf) … lol!!


Unlike some bloggers who seem to have the wherewithal to step up their game in the run up to Christmas, I do not. Standing on the edge of December, with the abyss of the holiday season in front of me and a to-do list as long as Santa’s naughty and nice list, this will most likely be my last post of 2019.

Have a wonderful holiday season, fellow bloggers and readers … I will read along as much as I can and hope to see you here again in 2020!

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