PK asked a question that set me all a tingle and quite frankly made me a bit nervous.
She asked: Would you two ever consider attending a spanking party that people host at different locations around the country? My reaction on reading this question was, Oh yeah! I haven't said much about it before, but I definitely have a bit of an exhibitionist in me. The idea of some one actually watching us play is a turn on for me. I wouldn't want it to be too large of a crowd, but a few would be okay. At least in theory, in my mind, it is a turn on. In real life, I 'm not so sure I could actually do it.
I do admit to greatly enjoying the fact that I can turn heads just by walking into a room and usually stand out in a crowd. This is not because I am a super model look alike, I'm definitely not, though I am tall for a lady, which helps some. I also have a habit of dressing a little differently than most women. It is not unusual for me to be the only woman at a gathering wearing a skirt, that alone makes me stand out. All that aside, I think the real reason people notice me is because I carry myself with a certain confidence that is hard to ignore. I don't really know where that comes from, it has always just been a part of who I am. More than once I have been accused of being too confident and intimidating. I ignore those people, just because they are insecure does not mean I should hide my light under a barrel to make them feel more comfortable.
Musicman however, is a totally different story. He would never even consider attending something like a spanking party. He is an extremely antisocial man. Or, as he puts it, he just doesn't like people. Getting him to attend any kind of party, can be like pulling teeth.
Also, he is a very possessive man. He does not at all like the fact that people notice me when we are out. It is something that used to cause problems for us way back at the beginning. Now, I have learned to tone it down some, not too much, but enough to not cause him to become upset. Believe me when I say, he lets me know if I am coming close to crossing the line.
This is not a question, but, our friend Terpsichore has been doing a lovely series about gratitude. She worked her way through the alphabet and those posts never failed to put a smile on my face and remind me all that I have to be grateful for. I was a bit worried when she got to the end of the alphabet, because I didn't want them to end. She has presented a new twist on it and I thought I would give it a shot.
This is what she said:
Each week I am going to ask a question or suggest an activity. Feel free to play along on your own blog, in comments, in an email to me which I can share for you...or just do the activity for yourself at home. There are no rules. Just to take a moment to think of what we have to be grateful for and to enjoy that moment.
What was the last thing you were grateful for before you went to sleep and the first thing you were grateful for when you woke up in the morning?
I can honestly say I don't remember what the last thing I was thinking about last night, but there is something that I have been extremely grateful for lately. That thing is our Grandbaby. She is 6 months old now and a while I don't like the lack of privacy that comes with having her and her family living with us, she is just a delight to have around, for both of us. During these last few months that Musicman has been struggling, she has never failed to put a smile on his face. Some evenings, when he seemed most stressed, I would go high jack her from her parents, so he could spend time with her. There have been plenty of times over the last few months that I have wanted to be able to provide him with some relief and just haven't known how. Her existence brings a special light to his eyes. I may not be able to do that for him right now, but I am eternally grateful that there is someone in his life that can.
The first thing I was grateful for this morning was, Musicman. The weather here has been dreadful most of the winter. I have been able to spend many a morning, snuggled up in the warmth of our bed while Musicman has had to get up and go to work. I am so grateful for everything he does for me, for us and our family, that has allowed me this luxury. For so many years I was the first one up and out the door to go to work. It has only been the last few years, since I gave up my full time job, that I have been able to do this. I was only able to give up my full time job and spend time at home, doing things I might enjoy doing, like sleeping in on a frigid winter day, because of him and how hard he works to provide for us. It's truly one of the best gifts he has ever given me and I don't thank him enough for that. Thank you honey, I love you so much and appreciate everything you put yourself through for me.