When your marriage is too great out of nowhere, after you have been struggling or you've been having a bad marriage experience, can indicate that your partner is cheating on you because they are overcompensating to make things better than they actually are. 3. They are very secretive with their phone.

I thought there had to be someone out there who could have a conversation with me, who found me attractive, who was missing what I was. I started going on dates. I heard her step up and begin her swing. I involuntarily clenched my cheeks, anticipating the blow at the top as before, but it landed across my thighs instead. “Unclench those cheeks, or I’ll start over at one”, she commanded. I willed my bottom to relax just as the next stroke landed right above the first. She worked her way up this time and number five landed at the top of my poor cheeks. “OWWwwwww,” I moaned, but I only had twenty more to go.

I’ve been thinking I want to write about this for a long time. I want others to write about it also. I’m there now, and it’s like driving on the edge of a cliff with no guardrails; exhilarating, dangerous… What I suggest is you keep it all to yourself and forget about what the sister in law said. I hardly doubt she will go around telling your wife especially after what she said to you. If your wife ever finds out just deny it and don't even mention anything of what the in-law said to you. This will only cause everyone problems. Late night hosts roast Medina Spirit's juicing scandal, 'cancel culture,' and Trump calling a horse a 'junky' When I got to the room I saw that her husband was there as well. Susan said she enjoyed our demonstration the best last night and wanted to try the technique on her husband as well, but having seen me hold the position she wanted to try it out on me as well to gauge her husband’s reactions. She had us both assume the position, Keith on a bench and me on the bed. At least I couldn’t see Keith directly but I heard the

Debby grabbed my arm and said “let’s go” in a tone I knew well. She took me to a guest room upstairs and said “strip”. I know better than to argue but I was getting quite excited, I knew she was going to spank me in a stranger’s room like and it was a strange feeling. That's a big question. It's scary to ask, and scary to answer. I had heard about polyamory — specifically "swinging," with its built-in 1970s connotations — but the idea had never been presented to me in a way that appealed. TV, magazines, and movies described a culture and a constituency that simply didn't resonate with who I am. As a straight woman, the images of girl-on-girl held no appeal for me. The people I saw interviewed on the topic of swinging and poly weren't sexy to me. The media didn't present a very inviting picture of sexual adventurism for a married, monogamous, heterosexual woman like me.Well, I know that not everyone is like me — or the people I serve through my capacity as a Madame. But it's equally obvious to me that there are many more out there who are like us, but don't feel supported or safe living their sexual truth openly and honestly. Unfortunately, American society demonizes sex-for-fun. (And believe me; it's fun!) I am talking to you at the moment, and you better hear me loud and clear: you are now grounded for Saturday AND Sunday, young man. You’d better cut your losses and start showing me some respect, or it will be two weekends.” I’ve spent so much of my life doing everything I’m expected to do. Middle age and menopause are upon me. Suddenly or slowly the desire to step out of the expectation or certainty that I’ll never do a damn thing in my life that is wrong or even gossip-worthy got too heavy to carry. Nothing was even making sense anymore. Some mid-life freak-out or pre-menopausal psychosis had to have caused this, right? As I showered, I reflected on how I came to be in this predicament. After we were married we started telling each other our fantasies, and my favorite has always been a good, old fashioned, bare bottom spanking by a beautiful woman. She was hesitant at first, but once she started, she proved to be an expert. She even takes me out to the woods and uses a switch to blister my bare bottom. I decided there had to be some outlet for me. I don’t really even know why or when I decided, but I did at some point. I went on Ashley Madison. I started just going on simple dates; it was fun. But then I met someone. We’ve been in a relationship for over a year now. I’m not dating anyone else but him now. It’s helped me a lot.

My wife began spanking me two years ago. She had asked me twice to wash the dishes. I kept repeating: “In a minute dear,” but kept loafing in bed reading sports magazines. Finally, my wife silently entered the bedroom in her soft flowery nightgown and got into bed. As we both nodded off, we began to cuddle. She is so beautiful. I love her hips and her bottom and her auburn eyes. I was almost asleep when I thought she murmured, “There will be a new regime tomorrow morning. We’re going to discuss your not helping enough and then I’m going to discipline you. This woke me up. I wondered if she’d put me over her lovely, maternal lap and spank me. If she did I would be easily overpowered because I’m smaller than her. “But…” I turned to her, but she was fast asleep. Some choice! I was going to be spanked either way! My choice was to submit to my fiancé, or be humiliated by having to drop my pants and let her watch my mom reduce me to a sniveling, sobbing 10 year old. Maybe Lisa wouldn’t be too hard on me, so I said, “Ok. You win!” That is ridiculous. I am not at fault; the bank teller is. I dare you to go down to the bank and ground her!! Or, better yet, see the manager! Tell them they are incompetent!” I heard her raise the paddle again as she resumed my punishment. This time it was forty strokes, slow and measured. Each one bringing an involuntary cry of pain from me as the paddle burned across my naked bottom. “I see I’m getting your attention,” she sarcastically commented as she laid a particularly hard stroke at the bottom of my cheeks. Kat continued to spank my bottom with her hairbrush. She also continued to scold me. At this point I was way over the hump. The spanking itself was keeping the home fires burning and my crying had reached the saturation point. I surrendered unconditionally and lay a limp spanked mess over her lovely lap, when once again she stopped.So, are you telling me that is what you deserve? Are you saying that I should spank you for giving me the silent treatment all day, and trying to deny your hurtful intent? Tell me what you really feel, Steve. We both know I am not talking about a sexy little play-spanking, Steve. This is the real thing, punishment to change your behavior. Are you asking me to blister you with a hard paddling?”

Today was the tenth time. We’ve been meeting when we can for a few months but today it was almost too much, too intense. He talked and I listened until his words ran out. He gets this watchful, speculative look on his face when he’s getting ready to pounce – and he gets quiet. He did that when I thought he was just taking a breather from talking. He pounced again. Mike, stand still and take this. Stop moving or I will have your mom show me how when we get there tomorrow night!” I guess the difference is that if I get “caught” I’ll have to deal with his resentment over the reminder that things are not the same between us and the fallout from not keeping it separate from him but not the catastrophic destruction of our way of life. I don’t know if that’s good or bad.Late night hosts temper America's new surge of optimism, hit Romney's rough reception, Flynn's Pledge fail Much to my surprise, I loved to see his gaze linger on other women. Seeing women interested in my husband was exhilarating — it affirmed and inflamed my desire for him to know that beautiful women thought he was sexy too. Another revelation: I am a compersionist, which means I get off on seeing the people I love give and receive pleasure. In that regard, for us, the club was a paradise. Finished in the bathroom, I glanced in the living room as I went to my office to dress. She was still reading the paper, but was dressed now in tight-fitting jeans. I also noticed she had on perfume, as I could smell it as I passed her bathroom. It was a light, and very feminine scent call Lace, and it was one of my favorites. Firstly, you don't want to act out of your emotions, so take a little while to get yourself under control. You don't want to make any irrational decisions and make sure you do what you can to try and save your marriage before you walk away. Later that evening as I was reeling in his silence and my feeling guilty and like I just had a one night (day?) stand with a virtual stranger he texted me. He told me I was tight, hot, sexy and he couldn’t wait until the relocation was complete so we could do it again.