<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6757418590725775005</id><updated>2012-05-04T16:44:31.851-07:00</updated><category term='Holidays'/><category term='Punishment'/><category term='Spanking'/><category term='Funny'/><category term='Christmas'/><title type='text'>My loving adventures with DD</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xoxmelly19xox.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6757418590725775005/posts/default'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xoxmelly19xox.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>xoxmellyxox</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10667274459012718461</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='22' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-5imcFmDuF_E/TvwxXcLzqMI/AAAAAAAAAAg/EQv1sAQya_U/s220/2.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>24</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6757418590725775005.post-664700294884292445</id><published>2012-05-03T22:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2012-05-03T22:06:03.103-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A bit on the D/S side of us</title><content type='html'>To say that I hate spankings isnt true. Its not true at all. I HATE HATE HATE being spanked for punishment ,yes; But I definately do not hate being spanked in a "good girl" way. &lt;br /&gt;I have said before on this blog that before DD there was always abit of of submissive/dominant element to us. Over time and after practicing DD for a while we were able to establish a difference between actually getting spanked in a "dont do that again" way or getting what we call a "good girl spanking". I will elaborate on the differences in a future post. But right now I want to talk abit about the &amp;nbsp;D/S side of us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-lVOC2pfIAi4/T6NRi3T_ZfI/AAAAAAAAABM/KouRnqICWW8/s1600/imagesCAMWZ82H.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="147" mea="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-lVOC2pfIAi4/T6NRi3T_ZfI/AAAAAAAAABM/KouRnqICWW8/s200/imagesCAMWZ82H.jpg" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Point blank: I am naturally submissive.&lt;br /&gt;I love the fact that I met J so young and it has been a pretty easy journey. I am completely comfortable around him. I love him enough and trust him enough to have given him the&amp;nbsp;gift of my submission. I truly believe that submission is a gift and that it should be earned by a Dom. In return I am given control that I NEED, That I crave. I am given attention. A part of me that has always been there but I was unsure of&amp;nbsp; is nurtured.&lt;br /&gt;Some choose to live a D/S relationship 24/7. We don't. We can't. When we can though, we do.&lt;br /&gt;I love submitting to J. I love pleasing him. I love what I get in return. Honestly, I call J "Daddy", he calls me his Naughty Little Girl/Princess. This is just what works for us. Its a huge turn on for us. But it goes even deeper.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Melly&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6757418590725775005-664700294884292445?l=xoxmelly19xox.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xoxmelly19xox.blogspot.com/feeds/664700294884292445/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://xoxmelly19xox.blogspot.com/2012/05/bit-on-ds-side-of-us.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6757418590725775005/posts/default/664700294884292445'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6757418590725775005/posts/default/664700294884292445'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xoxmelly19xox.blogspot.com/2012/05/bit-on-ds-side-of-us.html' title='A bit on the D/S side of us'/><author><name>xoxmellyxox</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10667274459012718461</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='22' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-5imcFmDuF_E/TvwxXcLzqMI/AAAAAAAAAAg/EQv1sAQya_U/s220/2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-lVOC2pfIAi4/T6NRi3T_ZfI/AAAAAAAAABM/KouRnqICWW8/s72-c/imagesCAMWZ82H.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6757418590725775005.post-685253970454723070</id><published>2012-05-01T21:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2012-05-01T21:08:24.623-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm alive!!</title><content type='html'>Right now I don't even know what to do with this blog. I started it, life got super busy, and I had to stop bloging for a bit. I am back though. I guess I will just write posts as time passes and see where things go.&lt;br /&gt;So when I last wrote (3 months ago..) We had just moved; Well shortly after that the computer DIED :( and then we did get a new one but life was nothing short of hectic.&lt;br /&gt;Life has been going good though. I/we are still in love with our new place. Our little girl recently turned ONE. Now that was a bitter sweet day. And when I am on thr topic of my daughter I just have to take a quick moment to brag. Last week I took her to her 12 month appoitment and was told that she is advanced. My little girl is a talker and has the speech development of a 18 month old!! Her favorite word : No. (ofcourse lol)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So yes, DD is still apart of us. I am quite okay with that though. I feel like I have improved on a few things over the last few months, and I am sure J would agree. We even recently told a friend about DD. It was a bit hard on my part (seeing how im the "submissive" one..) but we have a friend whos relationship was having problems. Although DD isnt for everyone, both J and I agreed we would share with this couple as we truly felt they would benefit from this life style. And guess what? They have :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thought I would just leave a brief post stating I am still alive, and everything is fine. In the next few days I will post again and jump right back into thiss thing ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hope everyone is doing well!! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Melly&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6757418590725775005-685253970454723070?l=xoxmelly19xox.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xoxmelly19xox.blogspot.com/feeds/685253970454723070/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://xoxmelly19xox.blogspot.com/2012/05/im-alive.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6757418590725775005/posts/default/685253970454723070'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6757418590725775005/posts/default/685253970454723070'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xoxmelly19xox.blogspot.com/2012/05/im-alive.html' title='I&apos;m alive!!'/><author><name>xoxmellyxox</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10667274459012718461</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='22' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-5imcFmDuF_E/TvwxXcLzqMI/AAAAAAAAAAg/EQv1sAQya_U/s220/2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6757418590725775005.post-7463522237483208332</id><published>2012-01-15T18:22:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-15T18:22:00.306-08:00</updated><title type='text'>He is Taking back The Power</title><content type='html'>In our relationship, it wouldn't be 100 % true if I said that J has all the power. There's little places here and there where I have it. Things where there's no denial that *I* have control of it, sure if need be he has the final say because after all HE is the HOHbut I mean I have these things under control. There is also one major thing that I control - The Money - untill now anyways. I guess I was being cocky about it, maybe.  All "woohooh I control this aspect of our lives!!" Maybe. I never overspend; I am really good at budgeting and it hasnt been a problem. Well money wise it hasnt. But I guess I was taking it to my head lately, or in J's words "I give you an area you can have the power in and you take advantage of me. You think you can control everything and thats not how we work" &lt;br /&gt;Ugh. Whatever. (oops dont tell him i said that)&lt;br /&gt;So "for now" he is taking that part. I have no power anymore. I can make suggestions and he will take my input into consideration, but the final say is his.&lt;br /&gt;Honestly I hate this. I was loving having that power. I can admit though that I would go on power trips with it.&lt;br /&gt;He said that this is to remind me of our roles. It's to remind me that he is the one in charge and when I am given the drivers seat of an area I still have to act respectful. &lt;br /&gt;He also said this isnt permanent and that I will slowly earn it back when I can show him respect.&lt;br /&gt;I can admit that I deserve this and I actually feel really bad. I dont want to go into great deal but in short I was VERY immature and disrespectful. UGH! Why Melly!?!? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know I said this already, but I HATE this! I really REALLY hate this!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Melly&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6757418590725775005-7463522237483208332?l=xoxmelly19xox.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xoxmelly19xox.blogspot.com/feeds/7463522237483208332/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://xoxmelly19xox.blogspot.com/2012/01/he-is-taking-back-power.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6757418590725775005/posts/default/7463522237483208332'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6757418590725775005/posts/default/7463522237483208332'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xoxmelly19xox.blogspot.com/2012/01/he-is-taking-back-power.html' title='He is Taking back The Power'/><author><name>xoxmellyxox</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10667274459012718461</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='22' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-5imcFmDuF_E/TvwxXcLzqMI/AAAAAAAAAAg/EQv1sAQya_U/s220/2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6757418590725775005.post-8486221839386847224</id><published>2012-01-10T01:02:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-10T01:02:00.570-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Spanking'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Punishment'/><title type='text'>No Inches Will be Given</title><content type='html'>"Can we take a break from this? Please?"&lt;br /&gt;"From DD, or us all together?"&lt;br /&gt;"No baby, not from us, never from us; Just from ttwd"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will admit this:.. I. Melly. Was. Testing. I have no clue why. Usually I dont test him, but I wanted to see how consensual ttwd actually is. I mean i KNOW its consensual, but, maybe(gulp) i was playing games. I wanted to see if he would give in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I don't get where you are coming from. Are you serious about this?"&lt;br /&gt;"Yes, I think I am. I just want to see how life would be if I didnt have to always have in the back in my mind think I could possibly be punished. I want to be able to just make decissions on impulse. Not have to worry about your reaction."&lt;br /&gt;"Uh huh. I see. I'll tell you what. It's 9:06 pm, I will give you just under 48 hours. At 9:00 pm in two days we will talk again. If you are still serious, we wont do it anymore"&lt;br /&gt;That wasnt good enough for me.&lt;br /&gt;"Well Im telling you right now that I dont want to, but youre telling me I have to wait 48 hours? what about till then? What if a do something worthy of a spanking before then? Are you going to spank me even though I am telling you I want a break?"&lt;br /&gt;"No. For 48 hours I will not spank you. However I will still keep an open mind to what you do and if you decide you still in factly want DD then i will hold you accountable. Do you understand?"&lt;br /&gt;"okay. sounds good. 48 hours. thank you."&lt;br /&gt;Because I knew that I indeed didnt want to take a break, i was a perfect little angel. Okay not completely, but I was pretty good. those 48 hours past and at 8:57 he texted me.&lt;br /&gt;J: So its almost 9. I am laying down. Join me when you are ready to talk.&lt;br /&gt;I wanted to play just one more game ;) (okay &amp;nbsp;I can hear you all gasping, I know, bad. I get it)&lt;br /&gt;Me: k. i will be there in a few. but jut so u know, I havent changed my mind. in fact my thoughts deepened and i think that instead of just taking a break, i want to call it quits.&lt;br /&gt;J:wow. okay well i guess we will talk when you get in here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I walked into the bedroom and layed beside him. Either of us said anything for a few minutes. Suddenly he spoke.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"So, youre really done with Domestic Discipline, hey?"&lt;br /&gt;"Yes, I just want to be my own boss, you know?"&lt;br /&gt;"Oh, okay then, I.." I quickly interrupted him. I hated this. I had no clue why I was playing this game and I was full of guilt. Guilty of playing games, of testing, of lieing.&lt;br /&gt;"Honey, before you continue, I need to tell you something. Please don't be mad at me, but i can understand if you are. I really don't mean any of this. As much as I don't like the punishment as they're happening, the truth is I cant imagine us without it. I need you to lead me. I need to submit to you. You need those things too and you know it. I know this isn't forced upon me but I was just testing the water to see how you would react IF I really said I was done. I am sorry"&lt;br /&gt;His face went through a range of expressions. finally he said "Wow. I don't know what to say. I don't know if I should be worried as to why you wanted to test the waters, i mean was there a reason you wanted to test them? Do you not trust me completely?"&lt;br /&gt;"No, i really do. please don't think I don't. I just, I guess, I was reading around blogs and stuff and I was reading peoples comments saying us women in DD relationships are brain washed by our men to do this. I guess I just wanted to see HOW you would react."&lt;br /&gt;"Hmm. Well no, I don't brain wash you, you KNOW that. You know that you can say no to DD at any given time" the he chuckled "just dont say it right before a spanking because that wont fly"&lt;br /&gt;I smiled. "I know hun, Im pretty sure we have been down that road once or twice" (I may have used the whole "I dont want to be involvved in DD anymore!" line once or twice to try to avoid a spanking)&lt;br /&gt;"Well I'm happy you still want this lifestyle. I'm also happy you didnt take your little joke any farther, however I do believe playing games and being testing are both spanking offenses around here. Oh and you lied."&lt;br /&gt;"Whaaa? You are going to punish me for this!?" (really dont know why i didnt see that coming)&lt;br /&gt;"Yes. I really think I should. As much as I do understand where you were coming from you are still guilty of lieing, playing games, and testing me. All 3 of those are major things sweetie. If I let you get away with this, I will be giving you an inch and we both know how fast your inched turn to miles" I couldnt deny that. He was very right.&lt;br /&gt;"Okay, I get it. but I think you should go easy on me."&lt;br /&gt;"I will decide that."&lt;br /&gt;We talked abit more, he made sure I knew why he felt the need to punish me. I got what I wanted by him being easy. He started with his hand, then went to his belt. It was short. then he used a homemade paddle type thing we have, for some minor offenses that occured over those two days. (sass, attitude, etc)&lt;br /&gt;"Just want to make sure our roles are re-established and you know im not giving you an inch" He said as he paddled.&lt;br /&gt;Overall the spanking was easy. Completely pain free come morning.&lt;br /&gt;I am happy to know that if I ever really wanted to end DD that I could; But as much as being punished sucks, I dont see myself doing that anytime soon. I get comfort in DD.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Melly&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6757418590725775005-8486221839386847224?l=xoxmelly19xox.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xoxmelly19xox.blogspot.com/feeds/8486221839386847224/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://xoxmelly19xox.blogspot.com/2012/01/no-inches-will-be-given.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6757418590725775005/posts/default/8486221839386847224'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6757418590725775005/posts/default/8486221839386847224'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xoxmelly19xox.blogspot.com/2012/01/no-inches-will-be-given.html' title='No Inches Will be Given'/><author><name>xoxmellyxox</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10667274459012718461</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='22' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-5imcFmDuF_E/TvwxXcLzqMI/AAAAAAAAAAg/EQv1sAQya_U/s220/2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6757418590725775005.post-993461112372431846</id><published>2012-01-06T13:03:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-06T13:03:00.124-08:00</updated><title type='text'>To My Daughter</title><content type='html'>This is a completely vanilla post and has nothing to do with DD. If you read my post before last you know I was pretty upset on newyears eve. Well after I got off the computer I decided instead of being sad, I was going to make myself happy for when midnight struck. I wanted to bring the new year in happy. I started thinking about all the good things that happened this year and my mind kept on thinking about how my daughter changed me. - So I wrote the following.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have been on earth for almost 20 years, but 2011 was by far the best.&lt;br /&gt;In January 2011 I entered my 3rd trimester. It was &amp;nbsp;hard but you were worth every backache, every foot ache, every foot in the ribs, every hospital trip, everytime I threw up.&lt;br /&gt;When April came and I went in to labor, you were worth every back contraction, every ounce of pain, every strong kick i would do it all again.&lt;br /&gt;When I held you for the first time, when your Dad placed you on my stomach, I fell in love. When I held your tiny 6 pound 10 ounce body, the feeling was like no other. You were worth every single minute of awakefull ness that was spent comforting you.&lt;br /&gt;In 2011 I gained so much. This year I nursed a baby. This year I had a baby fall asleep on my chest, numerous times to boot. This year you taught me that I never knew true happiness untill I felt like my world was crashing down and all it took was you smiling at me to make it better.&lt;br /&gt;In 2011 I saw you smile, I heard you laugh, I kissed your cheek, I held your hand.&lt;br /&gt;In 2011 you made me smile, you made me laugh, you kissed me, you wrapped your little hands around my fingers.&lt;br /&gt;In 2011 I witness you grow, you learn, you thrive.&lt;br /&gt;In 2011 I watched you love.&lt;br /&gt;In 2011 I loved. - I loved a deeper love than I ever imagine possible. I never knew something(someone!) so tiny could have such a drastic change in my life. But you, my girl, did.&lt;br /&gt;I want to say that 2011 was the best year ever; But Im not quite sure if that is true.&lt;br /&gt;Best year ever, YET, yes. But with everything I have experienced this year and with the knowledge of knowing that things will continue, I know things are only to get better.&lt;br /&gt;How things can get better than best, I do not know, but we will see together. You and me.&lt;br /&gt;I am so blessed to have you in my life.&lt;br /&gt;I love you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6757418590725775005-993461112372431846?l=xoxmelly19xox.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xoxmelly19xox.blogspot.com/feeds/993461112372431846/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://xoxmelly19xox.blogspot.com/2012/01/to-my-daughter.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6757418590725775005/posts/default/993461112372431846'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6757418590725775005/posts/default/993461112372431846'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xoxmelly19xox.blogspot.com/2012/01/to-my-daughter.html' title='To My Daughter'/><author><name>xoxmellyxox</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10667274459012718461</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='22' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-5imcFmDuF_E/TvwxXcLzqMI/AAAAAAAAAAg/EQv1sAQya_U/s220/2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6757418590725775005.post-1087375369002471389</id><published>2012-01-03T00:33:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-03T00:33:00.082-08:00</updated><title type='text'>He Wants To Start New Things</title><content type='html'>Well we are all moved into our new place, now to just unpack and everything and we are good to go :) J has informed me that because it is a new year, and we have a new home, that we should also have new guidelines. ugh. We talked about it last night and he told me that for now on he will be checking in on my medication. This is one thing that i will be more than happy to have his help with! When I forget a dose it really messes with my moods, i hate it. Its usually not a problem anyways so it should be okay. We talked about the importance of me taking them regularly though and for now on when i do forget them,there will be some kind of punishment. He also told me that he wants me to eat more regularly. I have a bad habit of not eating at regular times, and then when I do eat its not the healthiest things or just nothing at all. He said this is something that we should have worked on a while ago and it wont be tolerated anymore. Uhm, &amp;nbsp;I can see this being a problem as old habits die fast, however it is a bad habit none the less and I agreed. Something tells me that I will have a problem sitting for the next little while.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;One more rule that has been instilled is that for now on for every glass of pepsi I have I must also have a glass of water. I am borderline addicted to Pepsi. I don't drink coffee so to me this is my source of caffeine. I drink soo much that whenever I am thirsty I reach for pepsi - EVERY TIME. - I sadly never drink water. maybe 3 glasses a week. :/ &amp;nbsp;Well we both agreed that this is unhealthy and also should have been nipped a while back. So i am suppose to mark down every glass i have and by the end of the day i better have the same amount of water marked down. We didn't go too much further into it yet but the system will work something like that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just wanted to fill this blog in on whats going on and this conversation because its part of DD.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;I am so tired from moving so I am going to go find my man and hit the hay. I may get spanked first because I may have had major attitude earlier (Who me!?) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope everyone is doing well and getting a good start off to the new year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Melly&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6757418590725775005-1087375369002471389?l=xoxmelly19xox.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xoxmelly19xox.blogspot.com/feeds/1087375369002471389/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://xoxmelly19xox.blogspot.com/2012/01/he-wants-to-start-new-things.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6757418590725775005/posts/default/1087375369002471389'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6757418590725775005/posts/default/1087375369002471389'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xoxmelly19xox.blogspot.com/2012/01/he-wants-to-start-new-things.html' title='He Wants To Start New Things'/><author><name>xoxmellyxox</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10667274459012718461</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='22' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-5imcFmDuF_E/TvwxXcLzqMI/AAAAAAAAAAg/EQv1sAQya_U/s220/2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6757418590725775005.post-1038312459816749537</id><published>2011-12-31T19:16:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-01T00:05:30.849-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Holidays'/><title type='text'>Can I spank my HoH?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 14px; text-align: left;"&gt;I write this post out of lonliness, out of hurt. Can I spank my HoH? Can I have just one chance to spank HIM instead of him spank me. One freebie, thats all I ask. Bit ohhh, I would make it good.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 14px; text-align: left;"&gt;Right now it is New Years Eve and I am all alone. We didnt make major plans because we have the baby and I really hate leaving her with other people. So I assumed we would just have a quiet night in, maybe watch some movies, have a drink, kiss at midnight. But nope. That will not be happening.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 14px; text-align: left;"&gt;His sisters who are in their teens wanted to go to some new years get to gether thingy that is directeted towards kids. They needed an adult to take him and J being the nice big brother that he is volunteered. Quickly too. Didnt ask if I was okay with it, nothing- He should be spanked for that.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 14px; text-align: left;"&gt;He will probally end up having a drink; hmm I cant drink without him there.. spanking ofense number 2 your honor.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 14px; text-align: left;"&gt;Lets see, what can else can we find? Oh he will still be gone at midnight, and although we didnt make plans I was looking forward to a newyears kiss. Spankable. If the baby wakes up, I will have to deal with it, alone. Spankable aswell.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 14px; text-align: left;"&gt;Okayokay maybe im just going on a rant now, but im MAD. And watch, *I* will end up being spanked. Not him. I will get spanked because I am mad and when Im mad it leads to me doing spankable offenses. ... and you know what? I'm okay with this. Well not being spanked. But I will submit. I am okay with this arrangement we have set up. I am okay with him having the power. I trust him, that when he makes a mistake (like he did) that he will fix it, (like i know he will)&lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 14px; text-align: left;"&gt;I trust him, with me. We all make mistakes, and this time he made one. Eventually it will be worked out. Even just writing this post has made me feel better.And I will talk to him about it, maturely, not sassy like. Part of my new years resolution is to have less sass, to think before I talk. I will approach this with respect and we will come out better.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 14px; text-align: left;"&gt;Thank you everyone who has read this blog this year, and I wish you all the best in 2012.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 14px; text-align: left;"&gt;Happy new year!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 14px; text-align: left;"&gt;Melly&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6757418590725775005-1038312459816749537?l=xoxmelly19xox.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xoxmelly19xox.blogspot.com/feeds/1038312459816749537/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://xoxmelly19xox.blogspot.com/2011/12/i-write-this-post-out-of-lonliness-out.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6757418590725775005/posts/default/1038312459816749537'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6757418590725775005/posts/default/1038312459816749537'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xoxmelly19xox.blogspot.com/2011/12/i-write-this-post-out-of-lonliness-out.html' title='Can I spank my HoH?'/><author><name>xoxmellyxox</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10667274459012718461</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='22' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-5imcFmDuF_E/TvwxXcLzqMI/AAAAAAAAAAg/EQv1sAQya_U/s220/2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6757418590725775005.post-6554088518237932860</id><published>2011-12-29T01:07:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-29T01:07:19.554-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Spanking'/><title type='text'>Heated Hair Straighteners Can Lead to Heated Bottoms</title><content type='html'>It was bound to happen. I mean a bad girl can only go so long before trouble catches up with her. And today it caught up with me. I had just gone about a whole week without getting into trouble. My HoH says that he was just being nice because it was Christmas, but I know it's really because I was being good ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, to the part of today where I was spanked. I have a tendency of leaving my hair straightener turned on when I am finished with it. I straighten my hair everyday and I probably leave it on &amp;nbsp;about once a week (which is lot better than before he took this into his hands, trust me)&lt;br /&gt;I was just running to the store to grab somethings and I ran into the washroom to touch up my hair (I have one of those fancy straighteners &amp;nbsp;that heats up in under one minute). I honestly had it in mind to shut it off before I left, I did. Buuuut ofcourse I had to leave it on, J had to return (before the "auto shut-off" took into effect), he had to go in the washroom, and he just had to see my straightener turned on and left on the towel bar(ooops)&lt;br /&gt;I returned home and was sooooo happy to see him home sooner than I thought! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: Babe! I didn't think you were going to be back for another few hours!&lt;br /&gt;J:I ended up leaving little sooner than I thought I would. My mom didn't need me as long as I thought she did (he was out helping his mother)&lt;br /&gt;Me: Thats good! We can spend sometime together! Just you, me and baby!&lt;br /&gt;J: Yes, we can, but first we need to talk about something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He said it in the way he always does, you know, with the tone that a "talk" means someone is in trouble. My mind started racing, I couldnt think of anything I did recently.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: Sure,hon. What do you mean? What do we need to talk about?&lt;br /&gt;J: Well you see, I came home early to an empty house..&lt;br /&gt;Me: Yeah I told you I had to pick somethings up, remember?&lt;br /&gt;J: Yes babe, I know you went shopping, thats not what bothered me.&lt;br /&gt;Me: Umm okay then, so what did then?&lt;br /&gt;J: Well I went into the bathroom and when I went to dry my hands I saw your straightener still turned on, and not only was it still turned on, you left it hung over the towel bar on top of towels.&lt;br /&gt;Me: Oh no! I really meant to shut it off! I just left in a rush, you know?&lt;br /&gt;J: Yes I can understand that, but we have talked about this many times. You have had several warnings. And yes, you have had a major improvement in that area, however I was not impressed when I saw it over the towel.&lt;br /&gt;Me: I am sorry baby. I really am. I just... (I couldnt even think of what to say here)&lt;br /&gt;J:Well I shut it off and I thought &amp;nbsp;about it. I am going to go put the baby in her crib with some toys and when I am doing that I want you to go lay on the bed for me.&lt;br /&gt;Me: Okay...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I did as told, and when I got to the rooom I saw that he had pillows in the middle of the bed and my straightner rapped up sitting on the bed too! What the!? I knew to lay over the pillows, so I did. J entered the room and continued to talk. He made sure I knew why I was getting punished and told me that he is proud that I dont do this bad habit that often but he wants to get me to the pount where I never do it (and I think he got me there today!!) he then told me that after he started with his hand, he was going to finish up with my straightener!!!&lt;br /&gt;My stomach knotted more than it was already. He spanked me and the straightener actually hurt ALOT! He didnt even spank that long or hard but that thing has alot of impact (who knew?)&lt;br /&gt;He hugged me after and rubbed my back and told me to meet him and the baby in the living room when I was ready. I layed there for a while and then I got my pants on (somewhere in the spanking he took them off) . I went to the living room and him, the baby, and myself had a wonderful evening!! :) Although my bottom was sore the whole time, but I felt very loved and protected. Even sitting here now like 9 hours later it still burns abit!&lt;br /&gt;I can truthfully say that I think it will be a while untill I leave the house without making sure my straightener is turned off!!&lt;br /&gt;Melly&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6757418590725775005-6554088518237932860?l=xoxmelly19xox.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xoxmelly19xox.blogspot.com/feeds/6554088518237932860/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://xoxmelly19xox.blogspot.com/2011/12/heated-hair-straighteners-can-lead-to.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6757418590725775005/posts/default/6554088518237932860'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6757418590725775005/posts/default/6554088518237932860'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xoxmelly19xox.blogspot.com/2011/12/heated-hair-straighteners-can-lead-to.html' title='Heated Hair Straighteners Can Lead to Heated Bottoms'/><author><name>xoxmellyxox</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10667274459012718461</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='22' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-5imcFmDuF_E/TvwxXcLzqMI/AAAAAAAAAAg/EQv1sAQya_U/s220/2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6757418590725775005.post-3721989478825987597</id><published>2011-12-27T23:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-01T00:07:01.297-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Holidays'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Funny'/><title type='text'>A Christmas Spanking... well almost.</title><content type='html'>Hello Everyone :) &lt;br /&gt;I hope everyone is enjoying their holidays as much as me :) It has been go,go,GO busy but it's been really nice none the less. I have just a few minutes to be on here so I thought I would of a funny thing that happened the other night thanks to my HoH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On Christmas Eve I was hanging out with his sisters having girl time and J had fallen asleep around midnight. Eventually we said our goodnights. I checked on the baby and went to the bedroom to fall asleep myself. I guess I made a bit of noise and J woke up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;J: Oh I guess I fell asleep! I didnt mean to! What time is it?&lt;br /&gt;Me: (looks at cellphone) It's 2:19 babe&lt;br /&gt;J: (Half asleep) Are you SERIOUS!?!? You let me SLEEP past noon!? You made me miss out on Christmas morning!? You let me sleep through our daughter's first Christmas? Melly I would HATE to be you when you get punished for this. I dont know what its going to be, but I can promise it is going to be BAD. &lt;br /&gt;Me:OMG!! You are so&amp;nbsp;funny!! Go back to bed! It's 2:19... AM!! you only slept for 2 hours! &lt;br /&gt;J: Huh?&lt;br /&gt;Me: Yep. As if you ACTUALLY think I would do that to you!! I am waking you up EARLY! You may be the head of this house but *I* have decided that tomorrow you are not sleeping in. (laughs) (I said this jokingly as i know he wouldnt miss it)&lt;br /&gt;J: (laughing) I am sorry honey! I was half asleep! I dont know what I was thinking. And no, you are right, we are both getting our butts out of bed early tomorrow. Come lay down me and we can sleep for a few more hours.&lt;br /&gt;Me: Okay babe :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I shut off the light, joined my handsome HoH in bed and fell asleep in his arms. We awoke just after 7 and the baby was still asleep. We were doing some last minute things and I brought up the event. And would you like to know something??... HE HAD NO RECOLLECTION OF THIS!!!!!!!!!!! &lt;br /&gt;I still laugh about it :) I have been wanting to tell people but I can only tell so much, I mean I cant tell everyine he was going to SPANK me. So I decided to tell you, my blogger friends. I hope it put a smile on someones face :)&lt;br /&gt;It sure is funny, the things we say in our sleep sometimes. Or how excited a grown man can be over Christmas haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Melly&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6757418590725775005-3721989478825987597?l=xoxmelly19xox.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xoxmelly19xox.blogspot.com/feeds/3721989478825987597/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://xoxmelly19xox.blogspot.com/2011/12/christmas-spanking-well-almost.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6757418590725775005/posts/default/3721989478825987597'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6757418590725775005/posts/default/3721989478825987597'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xoxmelly19xox.blogspot.com/2011/12/christmas-spanking-well-almost.html' title='A Christmas Spanking... well almost.'/><author><name>xoxmellyxox</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10667274459012718461</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='22' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-5imcFmDuF_E/TvwxXcLzqMI/AAAAAAAAAAg/EQv1sAQya_U/s220/2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6757418590725775005.post-274559109509483643</id><published>2011-12-22T23:10:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-01T00:06:33.593-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Christmas'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Holidays'/><title type='text'>From mine to yours...</title><content type='html'>In just over 48 hours from now Santa will be here for my daughter ;p&lt;br /&gt;But in all seriousness Christmas is just a couple days away so I would like to wish all of my readers happy holidays and best wishes in 2012. I truly hope everyone has awesome holidays in whichever form they choose to spend it!! I know personally I am very excited for my daughters FIRST Christmas (8 and a half months!!) and can not wait to spend some good holiday time with her and her Daddy!! &amp;lt;3 . So with that said I don't know how much I will be on here with the holidays and moving on the second but I will make my appearances and I can reply to comments on my phones web browser.&lt;br /&gt;May you all have happy Holidays !!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;x o&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS. My new years resolution for 2012 is to get spanked much less than I did in 2011 ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Melly&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6757418590725775005-274559109509483643?l=xoxmelly19xox.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xoxmelly19xox.blogspot.com/feeds/274559109509483643/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://xoxmelly19xox.blogspot.com/2011/12/from-mine-to-yours.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6757418590725775005/posts/default/274559109509483643'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6757418590725775005/posts/default/274559109509483643'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xoxmelly19xox.blogspot.com/2011/12/from-mine-to-yours.html' title='From mine to yours...'/><author><name>xoxmellyxox</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10667274459012718461</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='22' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-5imcFmDuF_E/TvwxXcLzqMI/AAAAAAAAAAg/EQv1sAQya_U/s220/2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6757418590725775005.post-286747675455420443</id><published>2011-12-22T01:12:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-22T01:12:25.727-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A Shot is JUST A Shot; BUT A Rule Is A Rule</title><content type='html'>Me: Babe I know I agreed not to drink without you there but i just had a shot. All of the ladies were having a shot and I didnt want to feel left out. I'm sorry but I'm telling you so its in the open and im not hiding it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Honey?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;J: I was putting the baby to bed. But what? You ARE joking right..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: &lt;span class="emote_text"&gt;:(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img class="emote_img" src="http://static.ak.fbcdn.net/images/blank.gif" style="background-position: -16px 0px;" title=":(" /&gt; Im not. I am sorry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;J: Do NOT have anymore. Enjoy the rest of your night out. It will be the last one in a while (without me anyways)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(that was us texting)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-----------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I already felt really bad. See, I am SUPER light weight. Literally. I have been known to get drunk off one drink. Sad, I know. And not only that, but I am STUPID when I become intoxicated. So a rule that we have in TTWD (a rule that actually i came up with on my own) is that I am not to consume any alcohol without J present, and with out him knowing before that first drop even hits my tongue.&lt;br /&gt;Saturday night I was at a christmas party and drinks came to our table. (Im Canadian BTW, so here I can drink). They were just shooters and everyone got one. Me being responsible would have just not drank it. But I gave in to the heat of the moment without thinking and tossed it back. (It was delicious by the way). A few minutes later guilt set in really bad. I texted J immediately. Yeah, he was not impressed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I returned home I found him in the living room watching tv. I approached him, curled up on his lap and asked him how his evening was.&lt;br /&gt;"It was pretty good. Baby went down easy, I finished some work, and I just sat down to watch tv... Oh yeah and I had my significant other who gets drunk really easy and who promised me she wouldn't drink a drop of liquor without me there tell me she did the exact opposite." *raises eyebrow*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="content noh" id="id.134670099979816"&gt;I lowered my head. I couldnt even look at him. A shot is a very small amount, yes, but its the fact that I told him I wouldn't do it. "Im sorry" I mumbled.&lt;br /&gt;"You know babe, if we had talked about it before hand or if you had even texted me BEFORE you did it I would have said yes. I want you to have fun. But its the fact that you texted me after the matter. After YOU were the one who initiated this rule."&lt;br /&gt;Shoot. He said "rule" he is in his HOH mode (then again when isnt he?)&lt;br /&gt;"I know, but it was the heat of the moment and i just thought ONE tiny little shot would be okay. Plus I told you right away. I didnt try to hide it."&lt;br /&gt;"you are right. You didnt try to hide it and that makes me happy but you still did it. We have our rules in place for a reason and to me this rule is very important because you were the one who wanted it. Ofcourse I agreed but that is because we both know what even a tiny bit of alcohol does to you"&lt;br /&gt;"I am sorry. I feel bad and you can do whatever you want to me as punishment. I wont fight you. I feel really guilty" I was still looking down, but here he put his hand under my chin and raised my head so I would look at him"&lt;br /&gt;"You are right, this is grounds for punishment. and we will do just that. I know it was only a shot but a rule is a rule. Thank you for being honest to me though, that was good honey. Right now I want you to go to bed, its late and alot has been going on so I can only imagine how drained you are. I will worry about your punishment tomorrow."&lt;br /&gt;"Can I shower before bed please?"&lt;br /&gt;"Ofcourse honey. Go shower and I will be in the room waiting."&lt;br /&gt;"I thought you weren't going to spank me tonight?"&lt;br /&gt;He chuckled. "I'm not, dont worry."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I checked on baby, showered, checked on baby, and went to the bed where he was laying. I layed down beside him and he kissed me and then got up and tucked me in. He had somethings to do so he went and did them. I layed there for a while. I felt really bad. Eventually I fell asleep and awoke in the morning to the baby laughing. We started our day and it was a good day, it was sunday so it was a quiet and uneventful day for the most part. Eventually night time came along. I had just finished putting baby to sleep and I went to the living room. J was sitting on the couch and was watching a show but when he saw me he shut it off. He told me to come sit beside him. He wasted no time and started about the night before. He ensured me that he loves me very much but he wants to make this really count because I was the one who came up with the rule. (what was I thinking!?) &lt;br /&gt;After he talked he dragged me over his knee and spanked with his hand. After an eternity he got ME to lower my pants. then he did the wooden spoon on my panties and then eventually the paddle bare. He lectured the whole time. Honestly the lecture was the worst part. Afterwards it felt so good to KNOW I ws forgiven and that the slate was clean. I was happy that he took me in hand and as much as my bottom was hurting I felt so loved as he held me in his big strong arms. &lt;br /&gt;About 45 minutes later I was being woken up. I had fallen asleep on him with him holding me. We went and checked on our daughter and went to bed. That night I fell asleep sore, but a whole lot easier than the night before because my guilt was gone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So there is my weekend, the event I promised in my last post. Yes I know I probally have alot of you out there thinking this is dumb because a shot of alcohol is small but to us its about the principal of it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy Holidays to everyone reading this. Things are real busy with life but I will try to post again before Christmas. So in other words I will try to get in trouble so I have something to post about. &amp;lt;-- That was a joke. I do not intentionally get in trouble lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Melly &lt;span class="emote_text"&gt;♥&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img class="emote_img" src="http://static.ak.fbcdn.net/images/blank.gif" style="background-position: -224px 0px;" title="♥" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="invisible_elem MessagingLogMessage" id="MessagingTypingIndicator"&gt;&lt;div class="UIImageBlock clearfix"&gt;&lt;i class="UIImageBlock_Image UIImageBlock_SMALL_Image img sp_difday sx_31d02a"&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="UIImageBlock_Content UIImageBlock_SMALL_Content"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=" fixedScrolling" id="MessagingShelf"&gt;&lt;div class="clearfix uiBoxGray topborder" id="MessagingShelfContent"&gt;&lt;div class="MessagingComposer" id="MessagingInlineComposer"&gt;&lt;div class="MessagingComposerForm"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6757418590725775005-286747675455420443?l=xoxmelly19xox.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xoxmelly19xox.blogspot.com/feeds/286747675455420443/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://xoxmelly19xox.blogspot.com/2011/12/shot-is-just-shot-but-rule-is-rule.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6757418590725775005/posts/default/286747675455420443'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6757418590725775005/posts/default/286747675455420443'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xoxmelly19xox.blogspot.com/2011/12/shot-is-just-shot-but-rule-is-rule.html' title='A Shot is JUST A Shot; BUT A Rule Is A Rule'/><author><name>xoxmellyxox</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10667274459012718461</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='22' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-5imcFmDuF_E/TvwxXcLzqMI/AAAAAAAAAAg/EQv1sAQya_U/s220/2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6757418590725775005.post-1889420918030593643</id><published>2011-12-20T00:50:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-20T00:51:13.872-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Just checking In</title><content type='html'>Hello everyone!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just thought I would make a post because it has been a few days. We are moving in 2 weeks so between preparing for that and the holidays&amp;nbsp;right around the corner (literally!!), it would be an understatement to say that I have been busy. DD wise things are going smooth, I mean&amp;nbsp;J has never really had huge issues with consistency ("lucky" me). He is fair and loving but man does that Man have a stern side. So yes&amp;nbsp; I have been in trouble since I last posted. I broke a major rule. And when I say major I mean it was pretty big. J takes this very serious because it is a rule that yours truly thought up, a rule that I know would be a benefit to us. Well mainly me, but him as well. Because I created it, J is especially strict with this one. What I did would be a long post and I oonly have a few minutes to be on here right now, but I PROMISE I will post it in the next 2 days. So stay tuned ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For now I have to go. J needs my help with some things and then I am going to head to bed because today was long and busy. &lt;br /&gt;Ha. Today when I was packing somethings I found a bamboo stick that J hadnt seen in a long time. I thought "hmmm, he has done without it this long so why not longer?" I was just about to put it in the bag of stuff we are throwing out when J entered the room. Darn. Guess he's keeeping that one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well hope you all aare doing well, and remember to take a few minutes for yourselves. This is a hectic time of year and it can be very stressful. Take a moment for yourself and breathe. (J would tell me to take my own advice on tjis one! lol)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Melly &amp;lt;3&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6757418590725775005-1889420918030593643?l=xoxmelly19xox.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xoxmelly19xox.blogspot.com/feeds/1889420918030593643/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://xoxmelly19xox.blogspot.com/2011/12/just-checking-in.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6757418590725775005/posts/default/1889420918030593643'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6757418590725775005/posts/default/1889420918030593643'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xoxmelly19xox.blogspot.com/2011/12/just-checking-in.html' title='Just checking In'/><author><name>xoxmellyxox</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10667274459012718461</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='22' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-5imcFmDuF_E/TvwxXcLzqMI/AAAAAAAAAAg/EQv1sAQya_U/s220/2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6757418590725775005.post-4381886609069932602</id><published>2011-12-17T01:47:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-17T01:47:58.798-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Inside my DD closet</title><content type='html'>I'm happy inside my closet. I really am. This cozy closet Hubs and I have set up for ourself is very comforting. More and more lately though I find myself wishing I knew another couple in person who practice domestic discipline. I love that I have created this blog and I find comfort reading blogs from others but I really want to SEE a another DD couple in PERSON. I know they exist. Often when I am out I look at other couples and wonder if they have the same kind of secret I do. I'll see a woman "bratting" and her husband gives her a look and I wonder if when she gets home she will have to face the same fate I would if that was me. Is there statistics anywhere that show aprox. how many couples practice a healthy Domestic Discipline relationship?&lt;br /&gt;I'm really not good at keeping secrets. I mean the keeping them to myself I can do but I just always just want to tell someone. Its hard. I especially hate it when I hear about friends experiencing problems or just want a bit more happiness in their relationship and I can't tell them about ttwd. I would love to, but again&amp;nbsp;its hard! Its not an easy subject. Sometimes I wish I could just scream to the world about it so everyone knows and I can stop holding it in (that would especially make it easier to explain when I'm grounded lol)&lt;br /&gt;I dont know what I wanted to accomplish with this post. Its just abunch of rambling thoughts that I have had in my head and this blog is all I really have to talk to about ttwd besides my hubby. So thank you readers :) and if anyone has comments to any of my random thoughts, please do share. Thank you all and Happy holidays :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Melly&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh and Just a side note, I have managed to stay out of any kind of trouble for 2 whole days now! I'm very proud of myself. I mean NOTHING. No stern looks, no warnings.. I have been&amp;nbsp;a good girl :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6757418590725775005-4381886609069932602?l=xoxmelly19xox.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xoxmelly19xox.blogspot.com/feeds/4381886609069932602/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://xoxmelly19xox.blogspot.com/2011/12/inside-my-dd-closet.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6757418590725775005/posts/default/4381886609069932602'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6757418590725775005/posts/default/4381886609069932602'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xoxmelly19xox.blogspot.com/2011/12/inside-my-dd-closet.html' title='Inside my DD closet'/><author><name>xoxmellyxox</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10667274459012718461</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='22' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-5imcFmDuF_E/TvwxXcLzqMI/AAAAAAAAAAg/EQv1sAQya_U/s220/2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6757418590725775005.post-4676338775562268507</id><published>2011-12-15T01:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-15T01:30:47.821-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Spanking'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Punishment'/><title type='text'>Honey, it's either the seat belt, or MY belt.</title><content type='html'>Wow. What a tough week it has been. There has been so many good things happening in our life lately, but it seems that for every good thing something bad has to happen aswell. It's been TOUGH. My attitude has got the best of me and there has been spankings and corner time and the works too. Ugh. &lt;br /&gt;Anyways we had just finished shopping and we were about to go home, we got in the car and i didnt put my seatbelt on. This is a regular thing for me, I always forget, J reminds me and thats all. Ha. NOT this time. For whatever reason I was feeling defiant.&lt;br /&gt;"Hey babe, please put your seatbelt on"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Uhm, NO, I don't feel like it" (scared myself when i said that! couldnt believe it lol)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Excuse me?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Im not putting on my seatbelt. Just drive." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I am not leaving this parking lot untill you have your seatbelt on. The baby has hers on, I have mine on, shouldnt you put yours on too?" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"uhhhhh... No?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"(Here my NAME was used, something he doesnt call me unless he is SERIOUS), PUT on your seatbelt. NOW. You know how important it is. What would me and the baby do without you?"&lt;br /&gt;(I hate when he uses my&amp;nbsp; mother-ness against me like that, he knows how much she means to me, but then again thats why he does it)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I felt bad, I just wanted to listen and do it but I "had" to stick to my guns. I had to be stubborn. "&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"NO!!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"(My name here), last chance, the seatbelt, or MY belt when we get home. you choose.!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I looked at him and the look on his face was so serious. My, if looks could kill. &lt;br /&gt;Finally I gave in. Those words, that face. Scary.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Yes Sir"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yep. I got spanked when we got home. But the spanking was for attitude and being defiant. And it wasn't with his belt :) LOL&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6757418590725775005-4676338775562268507?l=xoxmelly19xox.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xoxmelly19xox.blogspot.com/feeds/4676338775562268507/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://xoxmelly19xox.blogspot.com/2011/12/honey-its-either-seat-belt-or-my-belt.html#comment-form' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6757418590725775005/posts/default/4676338775562268507'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6757418590725775005/posts/default/4676338775562268507'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xoxmelly19xox.blogspot.com/2011/12/honey-its-either-seat-belt-or-my-belt.html' title='Honey, it&apos;s either the seat belt, or MY belt.'/><author><name>xoxmellyxox</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10667274459012718461</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='22' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-5imcFmDuF_E/TvwxXcLzqMI/AAAAAAAAAAg/EQv1sAQya_U/s220/2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6757418590725775005.post-8859724451988922686</id><published>2011-12-11T23:02:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-11T23:02:57.376-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Defining our roles</title><content type='html'>Telling someone that you are in a DD relationship is hard forsure. Explaining it can be even harder. When you finally do tell someone the reaction you get varies. For me the thing I hate the most is when people assume that because J has the title of the head of the house it means he just sits around all day and bosses me around, I wait on him hand and foot and he gets off easy. That is sooo not the case. Being in this type of relationship doesnt mean I am his "slave" (although that can be fun too hehe ;) ). We are equals when it comes to family responsibilites. He works hard for his family and I take care of our child and home when he is doing that. When he is around, "chores" are pretty much split 50/50. I am better at shopping and it gives me a break to get out of the house and do something I love so I do the shopping.I am a genius with numbers so I also do the budgeting.&amp;nbsp;He is the better cook so he does most of the cooking. I do most of the lighter house work and he does the bigger stuff that I can't do because I have scoliosis. Also because I have a bad back he does alot more than he should. I'm not saying that all DD couples work like this, but again this is what works for US. I think any relationship, DD or other type, its best to find what works for you and just go with that. J is not my top in every aspect of life. He is my top when I do wrong - he is there to correct me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6757418590725775005-8859724451988922686?l=xoxmelly19xox.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xoxmelly19xox.blogspot.com/feeds/8859724451988922686/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://xoxmelly19xox.blogspot.com/2011/12/defining-our-roles.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6757418590725775005/posts/default/8859724451988922686'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6757418590725775005/posts/default/8859724451988922686'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xoxmelly19xox.blogspot.com/2011/12/defining-our-roles.html' title='Defining our roles'/><author><name>xoxmellyxox</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10667274459012718461</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='22' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-5imcFmDuF_E/TvwxXcLzqMI/AAAAAAAAAAg/EQv1sAQya_U/s220/2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6757418590725775005.post-1116396631136332821</id><published>2011-12-11T01:00:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-11T01:00:19.914-08:00</updated><title type='text'>How we do it with a baby in the house</title><content type='html'>I have recieved 2 emails asking how me and J manage to involve our relationship with DD when we have a baby at home, so I thought I would make a post to answer those 2 people and any other reader who might be curious.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The answer is: It's tough; but where there is a will there is a way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First of all, we take full advantage of her sleeping time. Just like any other couple will take advantage of their child napping to spend quality time, as do we. DD is a part of who we are. We have been BLESSED with a content baby (seriously, it scares me just how content and happy she is, and has been since a newborn) who has slept 12 hours straight each night since she was 7 weeks old. So alot of my punishments happen at night when she is asleep.&lt;br /&gt;When she is awake J takes full advantage of "quiet punishments" such as lines, corner time, removing a privlidge or two etc. &lt;br /&gt;He will administer the odd spanking when she is around. Like I said, she is content.. so it is nothing to place her in her crib with some toys, put the baby monitor on and do what needs to be done.&lt;br /&gt;Yes at times it can be tough. But J is very consistent. Once he decides i have earned a punishment its going to happen... eventually anyways &lt;span class="emote_text"&gt;:)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6757418590725775005-1116396631136332821?l=xoxmelly19xox.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xoxmelly19xox.blogspot.com/feeds/1116396631136332821/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://xoxmelly19xox.blogspot.com/2011/12/how-we-do-it-with-baby-in-house.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6757418590725775005/posts/default/1116396631136332821'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6757418590725775005/posts/default/1116396631136332821'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xoxmelly19xox.blogspot.com/2011/12/how-we-do-it-with-baby-in-house.html' title='How we do it with a baby in the house'/><author><name>xoxmellyxox</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10667274459012718461</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='22' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-5imcFmDuF_E/TvwxXcLzqMI/AAAAAAAAAAg/EQv1sAQya_U/s220/2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6757418590725775005.post-5589612899464490088</id><published>2011-12-09T23:34:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-09T23:34:56.015-08:00</updated><title type='text'>HOH made us late... I got spanked.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="content noh" id="id.158552590912171"&gt;Yes. You read that right. Funny how ttwd works sometimes hey? We are in the process of trying to find a bigger place and we had an appointment at 1pm to look at a house. Unfortunately at around 12:15 J started throwing up. Luckily we were still able to leave but we left with little time. To me being on time is HUGE. I started freaking out on the way there, just going on a big rant about random things. J told me to smarten up so I just stopped talking all together. Then when asked a question I was snappy. My attitude was just horrible. Before we walked up to the place J warned me that he was already going to deal with my attitude when we got home, and me displaying any attitude at the viewing would be grounds for further punishment. "Whatever" was my response and I walked up to the place, leaving J to walk up on his own instead of together. Oops. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="content noh" id="id.209067839173995"&gt;The viewing went GREAT! We were very impressed! For the price, it's definately worth it. I hope we get it. We will find out on Tuesday. How was my behavior? Ha! Thats a different story! I was nice and quiet and asked the odd question but I kept giving J evil glares and when we were filling out forms I kept whispering rude comments to him. I have no clue what went over me! I was plain mean! We left and on the way back J didnt utter a word. It was a cold, quiet drive. When we got back I went and ran up to where the baby was,and thanked his mom for watching her. He talked to her for abit and then she left. J came to where me and our tired, eye rubbing baby were.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="content noh" id="id.213783422030249"&gt;"Oh look. Perfect. She's tired. Put her down for a nap and then come to the room"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Yes Sir"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="emote_text"&gt;:(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img alt=":(" class="emote_img" src="http://static.ak.fbcdn.net/images/blank.gif" style="background-position: -16px 0px;" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She fell asleep fast. Darn. I went to the room and J wasn't in there. I layed down and no sooner then my head hitting the pillow J came in and told me to come sit with him at the end of the bed. We talked for a while. Well he talked for the most part, and it was probally only like 5 minutes. He explained to me that he understands I was frusterated and its fine to feel my feelings but its how Choose to deal with them that tends to be a problem. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="content noh" id="id.204329082986711"&gt;He told me that it was one thing to be frusterated but I took it too far. I agreed and I apoligized. I told him next time I would not let it get that far. I mean he was getting sick! Not making us late on purpose... oh did I mention we ended up being 5 minutes early? Yeah , I was freaking out for nothing. &lt;br /&gt;"So what do you think we should do just to make sure you don't do it again?" &lt;br /&gt;"I know... you're going to spank me."&lt;br /&gt;"Yes, that's right. I love you baby."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He then hugged me and draped me over his lap. He started with his hand and finished it with a wooden spoon. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It hurt alot. I know I shouldn't have took it that far. I'm happy he guided me back and is there to correct me.. even though it can hurt.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6757418590725775005-5589612899464490088?l=xoxmelly19xox.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xoxmelly19xox.blogspot.com/feeds/5589612899464490088/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://xoxmelly19xox.blogspot.com/2011/12/yes.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6757418590725775005/posts/default/5589612899464490088'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6757418590725775005/posts/default/5589612899464490088'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xoxmelly19xox.blogspot.com/2011/12/yes.html' title='HOH made us late... I got spanked.'/><author><name>xoxmellyxox</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10667274459012718461</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='22' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-5imcFmDuF_E/TvwxXcLzqMI/AAAAAAAAAAg/EQv1sAQya_U/s220/2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6757418590725775005.post-1152602903965608050</id><published>2011-12-08T22:18:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-08T22:18:58.185-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Too YOUNG for DD?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="content noh" id="id.257376994319771"&gt;Everynight as I am falling asleep, I always get really deep in thought. I like the end of the day because it gives me time to be alone in my head with my thoughts. Any ways, the other night I was thinking about ttwd and how at first I thought I was the only one like this. I'm really happy to now know that I'm not and that DD is alot more common than I thought. But then I got thinking how alot of other ladies in this life style are older than me. So I got thinking maybe I'm not doing the right thing (crazy right?) I mean I am only 19!! Am I really ready to commit to this lifestyle for the rest of my life? Am I always going to want to answer to someone? Am I always going to want to give up my power to my life partner, especially in this day and age where we are suppose to be seen as equals?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="content noh" id="id.147755591993989"&gt;Maybe I don't know what I want, so I should put an end to ttwd before we get toooooo carried away. &lt;br /&gt;..&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;Then reality hit me. This is who I am. I am naturally submissive. I should be happy that I found someone who is what I want so early on in life. He completes me. Him, my daughter, and myself are 3 pieces that fit perfectly together just the way we are. I truly believe that with out DD we wouldn't run the same. Our little family isn't perfect, but we are HAPPY. There is so much LOVE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="content noh" id="id.252467854815566"&gt;So to answer my own questions - Yes I am ready for this lifestyle. This life style is what I am. Am I always going to want to answer to someone? Well honestly, probally not ALWAYS but do I believe it is for the best? Yes I do. Am I always going to want to give up my power to J? Yes I will. By me giving up my power to him, by submitting to him, I get a lot more out of it. I get joy, I get strength, I get inner peace, I get true forgivness from him, I get the ability to forgive myself and not have to carry around guilt. I get a chance to start over with a cllean slate when I make a mistake. I am less depressed. I am less anxious. I get taken care of to the ultimate. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am happy that I was able to come to terms with who I am so young. I am happy that I found J early on. I am happy! &lt;span class="emote_text"&gt;:D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img alt=":D" class="emote_img" src="http://static.ak.fbcdn.net/images/blank.gif" style="background-position: -48px 0px;" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6757418590725775005-1152602903965608050?l=xoxmelly19xox.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xoxmelly19xox.blogspot.com/feeds/1152602903965608050/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://xoxmelly19xox.blogspot.com/2011/12/too-young-for-dd.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6757418590725775005/posts/default/1152602903965608050'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6757418590725775005/posts/default/1152602903965608050'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xoxmelly19xox.blogspot.com/2011/12/too-young-for-dd.html' title='Too YOUNG for DD?'/><author><name>xoxmellyxox</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10667274459012718461</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='22' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-5imcFmDuF_E/TvwxXcLzqMI/AAAAAAAAAAg/EQv1sAQya_U/s220/2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6757418590725775005.post-9129021730086018832</id><published>2011-12-02T15:47:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-02T15:47:56.913-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Punishment'/><title type='text'>Spanking as a relief</title><content type='html'>As much as I hate punishment spankings, I must admit that they do a world of wonder for me...&lt;br /&gt;It had been a few days since I had anyform of punishment. And its not because I was behaving, it was because of, well, life. Things were just really super busy plus our baby has been teething so any "downtime" we have had has been used to comfort her. I was going through some stuff and I was feeling really poopy. My depression was acting up, I was stressed, I was feeling loads of anxiety. My overall attitude was for lack of better words pissy. On top of it all, I'm not proud of it but I was being testy with J trying to see how far I could push things. So I was feeling guilt because of that. I was able to get sometime all alone and I was thinking about how I could fix things with J and how I could feel better. I really tried to not think about spanking but it seemed like that was the best option. I came to terms with it and I wrote J an email (I couldnt ask him to his face, It was too embarassing lol) &lt;br /&gt;In the email I explained how I was feeling and that I felt a spanking could really help. I also explained to him that if he spanked me I would probally be able to forgive myself for how I treated him. The reply I got from him? - "Babe, I think you're right. I was thinking the same thing and you are past due for a punishment. We will talk when I get home." Great. a "talk". I knew exactly what that meant. But hey, I couldn't complain because I had just asked for that. &lt;br /&gt;Later that night after the baby was in bed and wee had spent sometime together he announced that it was bedtime. he told me to go get ready and meet him in the bedroom in 10 minutes. I did as told and when I got there he was sitting on the edge of the bed. He ordered me to face him and he asked if i knew why I was there. I nodded. "Whats that miss?" he asked. "Yes Sir" I replied. He guided me over his knee and said something about how it was a shame that he needed to punish me because he just wanted to make love. he proceeded tp spank me. I got his hand and his belt. It hurt alot but I have had worse. Something amazing happened though as I was being spanked. I was able to feel a big relief. It was like as I surrendered myself to him all of my built up emotions just flew out of me. I'm so happy that I chose this way of life and that I have a great man. For me, as much as spanking hurts, its very therapeutic at times. &lt;br /&gt;After the spanking j layed down with me. He held me in his strong but gentle arms and told me how ,uch he loved me and explained to me that i dont need to stuff a bunch of negative emotions inside, that no matter how hectic life got he would always have an open ear. i apoligized and said yes, i understand. We fell asleep together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the morning the baby surprised me by sleeping in, so I surprised her Daddy by giving him the love making he missed the night before.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Between the punishment and knowing J is there for me and the sex, I am very calm now. Well actually happy. It feels so good being able to be relieved of all those ucky feelings. I love J. DD is the way for us.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6757418590725775005-9129021730086018832?l=xoxmelly19xox.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xoxmelly19xox.blogspot.com/feeds/9129021730086018832/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://xoxmelly19xox.blogspot.com/2011/12/spanking-as-relief.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6757418590725775005/posts/default/9129021730086018832'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6757418590725775005/posts/default/9129021730086018832'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xoxmelly19xox.blogspot.com/2011/12/spanking-as-relief.html' title='Spanking as a relief'/><author><name>xoxmellyxox</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10667274459012718461</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='22' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-5imcFmDuF_E/TvwxXcLzqMI/AAAAAAAAAAg/EQv1sAQya_U/s220/2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6757418590725775005.post-5681556022231723078</id><published>2011-11-28T00:24:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-11-28T00:24:04.926-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The power of "the look"</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 14px;"&gt;I know I am not the only one because I have talked to two other women I know who practice DD and they say their HOH's do it too. I'm talking about THE look. When I am having attitude, being testy, or just straight up being bad Mr.J has this look that he will give me. It's like a " you're in trouble Missy" kind of look and sometimes the look alone is enought to smarten me up! (and if it doesn't work, giving me the look followed by a stern"what melly is short for" and i will probally be set straight lol) We can be out in a public setting or at someones house/have someone over and I will begin acting up.. J shoots me the look and I KNOW I'm either in trouble or I'm almost there.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 14px; text-align: left;" /&gt;&lt;br style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 14px; text-align: left;" /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 14px; text-align: left;"&gt;Over our relationship I have got to know him quite well and he has many many different looks that I know, but I got to say this one probally has the biggest effect on me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 14px; text-align: left;" /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 14px; text-align: left;"&gt;As always, feel free to leave comments!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 14px; text-align: left;" /&gt;&lt;br style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 14px; text-align: left;" /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 14px; text-align: left;"&gt;Melly&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6757418590725775005-5681556022231723078?l=xoxmelly19xox.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xoxmelly19xox.blogspot.com/feeds/5681556022231723078/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://xoxmelly19xox.blogspot.com/2011/11/power-of-look.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6757418590725775005/posts/default/5681556022231723078'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6757418590725775005/posts/default/5681556022231723078'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xoxmelly19xox.blogspot.com/2011/11/power-of-look.html' title='The power of &quot;the look&quot;'/><author><name>xoxmellyxox</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10667274459012718461</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='22' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-5imcFmDuF_E/TvwxXcLzqMI/AAAAAAAAAAg/EQv1sAQya_U/s220/2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6757418590725775005.post-2603167816937038838</id><published>2011-11-25T23:16:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-11-25T23:16:31.972-08:00</updated><title type='text'>What DD is to me</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 14px;"&gt;Domestic discipline is something I consent to. It is not abuse. It is done out of love. DD is NEVER done out of anger. I do not get "beat", I get spanked aswell as other forms of punishments. DD is never used if I and/or my family wont benefit from it. DD is used to lovingly protect me. I am always comforted and reminded how much J loves me after each punishment. Even through the hardest of spankings I feel J's love. I am not in a controoling relationship. Not at all. I do however have rules and guidelines (along with commonsense) and if one of them is broken J acts accordingly, in ways the both of us have agreed upon. Although I do find spankings to be hot.. there is a difference between our sexual spankings and our punishment ones.We have a safety word that I am free to use at any point. I have never had to use the safety word. J knows my limits and would never push me past them. DD is notused to harm. I DO have a say - its not a "J is always right and Melly is always wrong" Kind of thing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 14px; text-align: left;" /&gt;&lt;br style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 14px; text-align: left;" /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 14px; text-align: left;"&gt;In our DD lifestyle, When I have been good, J is sure to let me know - "honey you were a really good girl today" or "I have noticed you have beenimproving on(whatever it may be) lately, my girl" are phrases I often hear. Also when I have a period of time without getting into too much trouble, I am rewarded. There are many different thigs I get but they are all things I like, things that would make me want to keep up the good behavior.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 14px; text-align: left;" /&gt;&lt;br style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 14px; text-align: left;" /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 14px; text-align: left;"&gt;Feel free to leave comments&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img alt=":)" class="emote_img" src="http://static.ak.fbcdn.net/images/blank.gif" style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: white; background-image: url(http://static.ak.fbcdn.net/rsrc.php/v1/yM/r/WlL6q4xDPOA.png); background-origin: initial; background-position: 0px 0px; background-repeat: no-repeat no-repeat; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-color: initial; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-top-width: 0px; bottom: 1px; color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; height: 16px; line-height: 14px; margin-bottom: -2px; overflow-x: hidden; overflow-y: hidden; position: relative; text-align: left; vertical-align: top; width: 16px;" /&gt;&lt;br style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 14px; text-align: left;" /&gt;&lt;br style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 14px; text-align: left;" /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 14px; text-align: left;"&gt;Melly&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6757418590725775005-2603167816937038838?l=xoxmelly19xox.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xoxmelly19xox.blogspot.com/feeds/2603167816937038838/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://xoxmelly19xox.blogspot.com/2011/11/what-dd-is-to-me.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6757418590725775005/posts/default/2603167816937038838'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6757418590725775005/posts/default/2603167816937038838'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xoxmelly19xox.blogspot.com/2011/11/what-dd-is-to-me.html' title='What DD is to me'/><author><name>xoxmellyxox</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10667274459012718461</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='22' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-5imcFmDuF_E/TvwxXcLzqMI/AAAAAAAAAAg/EQv1sAQya_U/s220/2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6757418590725775005.post-4040806616463147286</id><published>2011-11-25T15:35:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2011-11-28T00:25:35.759-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Punishment'/><title type='text'>Lesson Learned: Never give a baby chocolate popsicle</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="UIImageBlock_Content UIImageBlock_SMALL_Content"&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;ul class="uiList body contentListWidth"&gt;&lt;li class="uiListItem  uiListVerticalItemBorder"&gt;&lt;div class="subject hidden_elem"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #3b5998;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="content noh" id="id.331185470232259"&gt;Well! I am pretty sure that I will never give a 7 month old baby some popsicle ever again! Let alone the fact that it made said baby very hyper, J wasn't exactly the happiest about it. &lt;br /&gt;I was eating a popsicle and my daughter was whining and reaching for it. Shes at that age where depending on the food we will let her have TINY tastes of whatever we are eating. I innocently let her have a suck.. well it was really cute and she really enjoyed it so I got carried away and she ate alot more than she should have.  Luckily the only effect it had on her was it made her hyper and she stayed up 4 hours later than usual. Oh and she missed a nap. Oops. J and I have this thing where we take turns doing her night schedule and today was his turn so he had to deal with it. The consequence? I have a week where I have to do her night schedule, then once shes in bed I have to report to my Master for a spanking. I can stay up for a little bit after that but I will also have early bedtime for a week. To start things off he gave me a pretty bad spanking with his belt lastnight before I went to bed. The punishment I was suppose to get&amp;nbsp;lastnight&amp;nbsp;ws put onhold for now because the baby wasnt sleeping, and&amp;nbsp;when she finally did he belted my buttom and sent me to bed.&lt;br /&gt;My bum still hurts a little today. Sigh.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li class="uiListItem  uiListVerticalItemBorder"&gt;&lt;div class="content noh"&gt;Good news though is that the baby woke up at her usual time so I dont think her schedule will be too effected. Hopefull J will let me off a little because of this. I guess I will see. I will let you all know.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div class="content noh"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Just thought of this now and this is the FIRST time I have been in trouble for something I have done as a mother. And I must say it doesnt feel too good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hope everyone is doing well!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Melly&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6757418590725775005-4040806616463147286?l=xoxmelly19xox.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xoxmelly19xox.blogspot.com/feeds/4040806616463147286/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://xoxmelly19xox.blogspot.com/2011/11/lesson-learned-never-give-baby.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6757418590725775005/posts/default/4040806616463147286'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6757418590725775005/posts/default/4040806616463147286'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xoxmelly19xox.blogspot.com/2011/11/lesson-learned-never-give-baby.html' title='Lesson Learned: Never give a baby chocolate popsicle'/><author><name>xoxmellyxox</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10667274459012718461</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='22' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-5imcFmDuF_E/TvwxXcLzqMI/AAAAAAAAAAg/EQv1sAQya_U/s220/2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6757418590725775005.post-5903652046010622803</id><published>2011-11-24T15:14:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-11-28T00:25:00.731-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Punishment'/><title type='text'>Where we are now.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 14px;"&gt;Hello everyone. I know I curently have no readers, but the plan is to change that lol.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 14px; text-align: left;"&gt;So in my last entry I talked about how we got into DD. If I went from there to now I would be writing for a very long time. So to save alot of writing/reading I will talk about where we are now. Discipline wise.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 14px; text-align: left;"&gt;Okay so right now I am waiting a punishment, and its going to be pretty bad. I have a really bad habit of swearing. Thats one thing. But I tend to swear AT J when I get angry. Thats a huge nono. A few days ago I got angry, said "f off" and stormed off. We have a 7 month old baby so to punish me right away is sometimes impossible. J instructed me to right 200 lines then later tonight I have to stand in the corner for him and wait then when he says so I have to go to him and lower my pants and place myself over his knee. I then have to count and read the lines and after each one he will spank! I dont know if he's going to use any implements or if my panties will come off.. I have no clue. I think the anticipation is worse than the punishment its self. And he knows I feel this way. Thats why he does it. As he's spanking I will probally get lectured. When hes done he will cuddle me and tell me that he loves me and that he does this because he cares. I will then have to go to bed . I am not looking forward to tonight! This is what I call the "triple L" - Lines, lecture, and a licken.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 14px; text-align: left;"&gt;I may not exactly want whats coming, but I do want him to take control. And I dont like swearing at him. Maybe, well hopefully this helps. Because next time will be worse.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 14px; text-align: left;"&gt;Melly&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6757418590725775005-5903652046010622803?l=xoxmelly19xox.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xoxmelly19xox.blogspot.com/feeds/5903652046010622803/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://xoxmelly19xox.blogspot.com/2011/11/where-we-are-now.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6757418590725775005/posts/default/5903652046010622803'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6757418590725775005/posts/default/5903652046010622803'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xoxmelly19xox.blogspot.com/2011/11/where-we-are-now.html' title='Where we are now.'/><author><name>xoxmellyxox</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10667274459012718461</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='22' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-5imcFmDuF_E/TvwxXcLzqMI/AAAAAAAAAAg/EQv1sAQya_U/s220/2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6757418590725775005.post-3701163270958115568</id><published>2011-11-24T01:27:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-11-24T01:27:45.341-08:00</updated><title type='text'>My first ever post!</title><content type='html'>Hello all! I am new to the blogging world, but not so new to the DD lifestyle. My partner and i have been practicing this for about a year and a half. Although at 19 I may be considered young to most, I am not dumb! I know what I want in life. Well for the most part anyways. &lt;br /&gt;From a pretty young age I craved to be in a relationship where my partner would take control, but in a loving way. To this day I don't know what made me want this. I had a pretty decent up bringing. My Dad did pass-away when I was twelve, but evem before that I wanted to be controlled.&lt;br /&gt;When I was 17 I was having a hard time with Depression &amp;amp; Anxiety and a pill addiction.&amp;nbsp;(I still suffer from the mental illnesses though, but DD has helped me alot) when I started talking to a guy named, well in my blogging I will call him J. I don't&amp;nbsp;really know how it happened, I guess I just got lucky, I mean we instantly connected. To save a long story, needless to say we fell in love and here two years later here we are. Early on in our relationship somehow it was brought up that he liked being dominant. Perfect - I like being submissive. We brought this into our sex life and we were both happy. Then one day when we had been dating for about 4 months I did something that J had repeatedly stressed to me he did not like. And truth be told even I knew it was dangerous. This time to save us from fighting over it J simply flipped me over (we were laying in bed), took off his belt and proceeded to spank me while lecturing me about it. The first one didnt last too long. Just short and to the point. When he was done I was shocked! I had wanted this type of thing but I couldnt believe it! He then held me and told me how much he loved me and that he wanted me to know that he only did what he did because he cares about me. He explained to me that everytime lately&amp;nbsp;I did something that was harming myself he just wanted to spank me, so he finally did. He told me that because he loves me he couldnt stand to see what I was doing, so for now on he would punish me when I was being quote on quote "bad". He told me that If I didnt want that then&amp;nbsp; I could leave the relationship, I could stop doing things like that, OR I could agree to this. But either way he wasnt going to stand by my harmful ways anymore.&amp;nbsp;So I agreed. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DD has bettered me, and him. It has strengthened our relationship in ways I cant even describe. I am so lucky to have a man like J. He is more than I would ever ask for. He is sweet and kind and gentle. He takes care of me and spoils me. He treats me sooo good. ... and when I get out of line he cares about me enough to lovingly guide me back. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really do love you J. I am truly Blessed!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Melly&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6757418590725775005-3701163270958115568?l=xoxmelly19xox.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xoxmelly19xox.blogspot.com/feeds/3701163270958115568/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://xoxmelly19xox.blogspot.com/2011/11/my-first-ever-post.html#comment-form' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6757418590725775005/posts/default/3701163270958115568'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6757418590725775005/posts/default/3701163270958115568'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xoxmelly19xox.blogspot.com/2011/11/my-first-ever-post.html' title='My first ever post!'/><author><name>xoxmellyxox</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10667274459012718461</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='22' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-5imcFmDuF_E/TvwxXcLzqMI/AAAAAAAAAAg/EQv1sAQya_U/s220/2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry></feed>
