Dear Diary,

It’s been a while, hasn’t it?  I haven’t written in a diary since I was a teenager.  It seems as if it’s time to start again.  I want to keep a record of this journey.

I’m in love with my best friend.  How awesome is that?  We share our home with our three children (who we share with our previous spouses on a week on-week off basis).  On the weeks that we have our kids, we struggle with parenting and scheduling, and a chaotic home.  On the weeks we are without our kids, we struggle with missing our kids, trying to put order into our home, and finding the time to do all of the fun things we like to do together.

I’m making it sound as if our life together is a struggle.  It isn’t.  In fact it is wonderful, amazing, and full of many great moments.

I value our relationship and the family we are creating together.  Because of this, I am willing to do whatever it takes to make it work.  Not just make it work, but make it work well. 

So…I’ve asked my best friend to be the Head of our Household.  It’s a big responsibility I’ve asked him to take on, and I’m so grateful that after careful consideration he agreed.  In my life, I have so many responsibilities…my kids, a rewarding career, volunteer commitments.  I would imagine that people who know me would describe me as a strong and capable woman.  They’re correct.  I am.  I’m also a lousy housekeeper, and my mind is very good at coming up with reasons to have fun instead of taking care of business. That doesn’t make me less strong or capable; it is just a layer of who I’ve been.

I’m also submissive.

I’ve discovered that I am highly motivated by the thought of pleasing my best friend as the head of our household.  I’ve discovered that I find being spanked both highly erotic and painfully scary.  I’ve also discovered that my best friend is willing to do whatever it takes to make our relationship work.  Turns out he values us as much as I do!

My best friend needs a peaceful, clean home to be completely happy.  I’m happy when he is happy.  So, even though I’ve been a lousy housekeeper in the past, I’m choosing to learn how to be an excellent housekeeper now.  Last night we agreed in principle that BF would create a household schedule and I would adhere to it.  We also agreed that at least for the first while, it would be best if he micro-manages my time to get me on the right track.  BF has agreed to hold me accountable if I fall short of his expectations.  We’ve agreed that means he will discipline me through spanking.

We also agreed that spankings will be used to diffuse emotionally charged situations.  We tried that earlier this week and it worked well, which may have had something to do with BF agreeing to assume the role of HOH.

Last night, BF took the belt to me.  I’d asked him to so I could see what I’m getting myself into.  I’ll admit it was painful, but because we were both nude, and he was aroused and his hands were wandering (skillfully), it didn’t seem much like ‘discipline’.  I think I may have enjoyed it too much.

Tonight BF has agreed to show me our new schedule, and to show me what a real ‘discipline’ spanking will feel like.  I’m a little scared…but also a little aroused at the thought.


Love,