Wednesday, October 30, 2013

An Unexpected Turn of Events: Part 3

If you missed part one and two, be sure to check them out.

I was still reeling from those orgasms when Steve moved back, easing his cock out. I felt his hands on my hips, pushing my butt even higher in the air. I heard him comment on the redness fading, which was the only warning I had before another flurry of swats landed. These weren't as hard as the previous ones and it was clear that they were more in play than for punishment.

I waited to see what he was going to do next. Minutes ticked by. I felt the bed shift again and he pulled down on my hips until I was practically sitting on his face. I jumped when I felt his tongue, but he just tightened his grip, holding me in place. After a couple minutes, he loosened his grip to grab the plug and start working it in and out. Needless to say, he had me climbing the walls.

Just when I thought I couldn't take any more of this exquisite torture, he moved again. He removed the plug and then I felt the head of his cock at the entrance of the spot recently vacated by the plug. Despite the plug already loosening things up a little and the fact that I was still floating on the orgasms I'd had, I tensed.

Now I have to admit I have a love-hate relationship with anal. It's not something I offer very often, although I generally don't turn him down if he asks for it. I have to be pretty relaxed and in an accepting frame of mind for it to work. If everything is just right, I can even enjoy it. But no matter who initiates it, it's definitely an act of dominance on his part that takes me to my submissive core every time.

Just like with the plug, Steve was gentle, easing it in a little at a time. When he was about halfway in, I told him it was too much. He stopped for a minute and rubbed my back while telling me I was his good girl, how proud he was of me for trusting him this far and how much he was enjoying this whole experience.

I heard the bag rustle again and a minute later I felt the cold metal of our other purchase-a vibrating bullet-against my clit. Even though I knew it was coming, I still jumped when he turned it on, pushing him deeper in the process.

I pretended not to notice his delighted rumble of laughter. His free hand came around to tweak a nipple, which sent a whole wave of new sensations through me. He took advantage of my distraction to push the rest of the way in. The sensation of being full from his cock, the bullet on my clit and his fingers on my nipples pushed me right over the edge.

Steve started out with slow strokes, taking the time to let me adjust to his size. Once I started moving with him, he picked up speed. With everything going on, I was on sensory overload  That's when it happened.

For the first time ever, I'm pretty sure I hit subspace. Or if it wasn't subspace, it's definitely a place  want to visit again. It's hard to explain exactly what it felt like. It was almost like I was high and then the whole world fell away and there was nothing but me and Steve and waves of warmth and pleasure went through me. It was awesome.

I don't think he realized anything had happened right away. After he had his orgasm, he let go of my hips and I collapsed down on the bed with most of my upper body hanging over the edge (apparently we'd moved quite a bit while all this was going on). He got up to go clean up and when he came back, I was still hanging off the bed. It wasn't until he asked if I was okay and started pulling me up so I didn't fall off on my head that I finally snapped out of it.

Once I was back up in the bed, curled up against him with my head on his chest, exhaustion set in. I conked out almost immediately and slept for twelve straight hours.

Tuesday, October 29, 2013

An Unexpected Turn of Events: Part 2

If you missed part 1, click here to catch up. Fair warning for the faint of heart, this next part gets a bit explicit.

It seemed like nothing happened for a while. I could still hear the rustling of the bag and a new sound, packaging being removed from a toy was my guess. The feeling of vulnerability returned and I felt surprisingly submissive.

After what felt like an eternity, I finally felt Steve's hand on my bottom as he began to rub it. It seemed to intensify the sting and soothe it all at the same time. His hand dipped lower teasing for a minute before moving back up to rub.

After a few times of this, I was starting to get turned on, which surprised me. While we may have sex after a punishment spanking, it usually isn't immediately afterwards. I generally need some aftercare in the form of snuggling for a bit before I can even think about sex.

His hands kept roaming and teasing. Before long, the pain in my bottom was the last thing on my mind. Then his hands spread my cheeks and all of a sudden, I knew exactly why he had wanted the bag from the adult store. I jumped a little when I felt the coldness of the lube and struggled to relax as he started pushing in the plug.

We've played with plugs before. In fact, we had two before we went on our shopping trip. The first was labeled small, but was ridiculously tiny. The other was labeled medium, yet seemed awful big. The difference between the two was huge.

We had talked about buying a new one in the hopes it would fall somewhere between the two. I'm still not sure how it happened, but the idea of using a plug as something to reinforce submission was also talked about. Little did I know, Steve's been plotting on it ever since then.

I was doing fine until he got to the widest part. Then I tensed and moved away. His free hand caught my hip, pulling me back while he spoke soothing words. When I continued to struggle, he swatted and told me to stay still. He reminded me that I had told him I was his and he could have me whenever and however he wanted.

I had told him that. More than once in fact. And while he might occasionally ask for something I wasn't necessarily offering at the time, he's never taken advantage of the gift I offered. Even in that moment, I had no doubt that I could tell him I didn't want it and he would stop immediately.

But I wasn't saying no and he recognized that. So he slowed things down a little, focusing on distracting me with his hand on my clit. Before I knew it, he had the plug all the way in. Then I felt the bed shift as he moved back a little to admire the view.

I had my eyes squeezed shut to avoid catching a sight of myself in the mirror, but even without seeing it, I have to admit I blushed, the warmth flooding my face and then moving down my body. I can just imagine the view before his eyes, me with my chest down on the bed, bright red bottom up in the air with a plug nestled between the cheeks, and my legs spread clearly showing I was aroused by all this.

My eyes flew open when I felt his cock between my legs. He's above average if you know what I mean (and if you're curious about what average is, check out this link) and a tight fit normally. With the plug already making me feel pretty full, I wasn't exactly sure he was going to be able to make it all the way in. But he kept easing in, reaching around to stroke my clit whenever he felt resistance, until he finally made it all the way in and I felt fuller than I've ever been in my life.

It only took a few strokes before the first orgasm hit. It's a good thing he hadn't decided to include orgasm control in the night's events because there was no way I could have stopped it. The first one hadn't even ended yet when the second one hit.

To be continued...

Monday, October 28, 2013

An Unexpected Turn of Events

When I last wrote, I was facing a day of waiting on a spanking for accidentally getting our car insurance canceled because I didn't make the payment in time. Even more than being in trouble, it bothered me that I would be starting a child-free weekend with a spanking. But things turned out a lot differently than I expected.

I waited until we had dropped our daughter off and were on our way home (a 2 hour drive) before bringing up the topic. Steve didn't say much about it, just that he understood that I hadn't intended to get our insurance canceled, but he was still planning on spanking for it because our finances are my responsibility. Neither of us talked much on the way home. I was lost in my thoughts. He was focused on driving in the dark.

As soon as we arrived at our house, I headed straight for the bedroom. After having a punishment looming over my head all day, I was ready to get it over with. But he said no, he wanted to eat first since neither of us had ate since lunchtime and it was beyond the time we normally eat supper.

I fixed us something to eat, figuring the faster we got that out of the way, the faster I could get this spanking behind me and move on to enjoying some rare time with just the two of us. But he was in no hurry to rush things. Finally I decided to take a shower, figuring that would help occupy me so I wouldn't be so antsy.

I heard the bedroom door open as I was stepping out of the shower. The thought that spankings on a wet butt tend to hurt more flashed through my head so I hurriedly dried. A few minutes passed and he didn't call me into the bedroom so I slowed down and took the time to do my usual after-shower routine.

When I finally exited the bathroom, Steve was sitting up in bed watching TV. I brushed my hair and then laid down with my head in his lap. He started rubbing my neck and back, easing the tension from the long car ride. His hands are magic and it didn't take long before he had me feeling like goo. I was so relaxed, I didn't even notice him pulling up my gown until I felt his hand connect with my backside.

It was a leisurely spanking for the most part. He'd swat and then talk for a minute before swatting again. The swats were hard, but the break while he talked made them easier to take. Finally with a flurry of swats that had me squirming, he stopped.

He took me by surprise by asking where the bag from our recent shopping trip was. We had visited the adult store not too long ago, but with both of us feeling a bit under the weather lately, we hadn't even tried out our purchases. Toys have never been part of our punishment dynamic, but since he hadn't moved into aftercare, which normally denotes the end of a punishment, I began to wonder what he had planned.

I didn't have to wait long. Steve ordered me up on my hands and knees before moving behind me. He pressed my chest down to the bed and urged my legs further apart. Minutes ticked by and I could feel his eyes on me. This position was completely new for a spanking and I was surprised at how vulnerable I felt.

I jumped when a swat landed. It was followed by another fairly quickly and then the rapid-fire swats that I hate started. He seemed determined to cover every inch of my backside and sit spot and from my side, it sure felt like he was succeeding.

Then there was silence again. Finally I heard the rustle of the bag. We had only bought two items when we went shopping and I wondered which it would be.



I know I'm leaving you with a cliff-hanger here, but this post was getting ridiculously long so I broke it up.

Friday, October 25, 2013

Big Trouble

Things had been going pretty smoothly this week, at least DD-wise. I'd managed to stay out of trouble all week. Steve even decided to postpone role affirmation since I was doing so good. That all came to a screeching halt very late last night.

We've been pretty tight on money since Steve got in the wreck. He's still healing from his injuries and going to the chiropractor three times a week so he hasn't been able to work his usual hours or at his usual pace. As a result, I've had to put off paying some bills.

One of those bills is our car insurance. They have a little grace period on the due date. Even if you don't pay by the grace period, you get a warning letter that gives you a little bit longer to come up with the money before they cancel. I thought I knew how far I could push it but I must have miscalculated the days because when I logged in last night to pay the bill, I found that it was canceled.

I was horrified. Aside from the potential financial issues that would have arose had we got in a wreck, our state requires car insurance and fines you if you have a lapse. If it isn't taken care of within a certain amount of time, they'll revoke your driver's license and tags as well.

Since it was around midnight and the local office obviously wasn't open, I called the 1 800 number. I assumed it was at the most one day late so they would probably just take a payment and reinstate the policy. But then I found out that it had canceled over a week ago. The CSR said they could reinstate without a lapse if I made a payment AND if I signed a statement saying that we hadn't got in a wreck in the days since it canceled. The only problem is that the statement had to be signed in an agent's office which couldn't be done until the morning.

I worried over it for a while before going to bed. I knew I had to tell Steve and that he wasn't going to be happy about it. Since we were supposed to leave as soon as he got off work to take our daughter to her aunt's house for the weekend, I figured I'd wait until we were on our way home before I told him.

When I finally went to bed, he woke up. I guess he must have had an inkling that I had did something wrong because he asked if he needed to spank me. I tried to play it off like he was being silly, but I felt so guilty I just couldn't do it. So I confessed.

At first, he was quiet. I almost thought he'd fell back asleep and hadn't heard me. Then he started asking questions. He never really raised his voice, but it was clear that he was not at all happy with me or the situation. But he made no move to spank me so finally I fell into a restless sleep.

This morning Steve had me up bright and early with my marching orders. I was to go get it straightened out right away. Since our daughter is out of school today, he would deal with the punishment part tonight.

I knew I was going to be in trouble even before I told Steve. Hearing him say it and realizing that I'm going to have to wait all day with a punishment hanging over my head sucks. I hate waiting on a punishment. And knowing that my mistake means we'll be starting off our child-free weekend with a punishment really stinks.

Tuesday, October 22, 2013

The Right Friends

Have you ever had one of those moments where someone says something and all of a sudden something you should have realized already becomes crystal clear? Well that happened to me last night.

Yesterday we had dinner with a couple we're friends with (Bobby and Tina). After dinner, we moved out on the front porch to talk while the kids played in the yard. Eventually the conversation landed on another couple that we're friends with and had introduced to them (Jamie and Missy). I had picked up a few hints that Bobby wasn't a big fan of Jamie so I wasn't surprised when he said that he didn't like him. I was, however, surprised when I heard the reason.

Bobby said the reason he doesn't like Jamie is that he tries to stir up trouble between me and Steve. At first, I didn't see it. I'll be the first to admit that I don't care for Jamie; I just tolerate him because he's married to my friend.

Then Bobby mentioned something that had happened a couple weeks ago and all of a sudden it made perfect sense. The more I thought about it, the more I realized it wasn't the first time Jamie had deliberately tried to cause problems between us. It's been going on for a while.

I talked to Steve about it last night and it was on my mind all day today. Marriage can be difficult enough at times without someone deliberately trying to sabotage your relationship. And it just ticks me off that someone would do that to us when we've been nothing but nice to them.

If it wasn't for my friendship with Missy, I'd turn my back on them in a heartbeat. We worked too hard to build our marriage to where it is now to let some idiot jeopardize it for no reason other than he likes stirring up trouble. So Steve and I compromised. I'll continue to be friends with Missy and hang out with her when it's just her and the kids. But we're no longer hanging out with them as a couple.

I'm just grateful that we do have good friends that recognize that we have a happy marriage and want to help us keep it that way. Otherwise, we might still be going along not realizing that some jerk that gets his kicks out of causing misery was working against us.

Monday, October 21, 2013

Words of Wisdom from Dana: Round 5

Some more pearls of wisdom for you guys. If you're new to the blog or missed one of the earlier rounds, be sure to check them out.

Round 1
Round 2
Round 3
Round 4

If you're a kicker, it's a good idea to avoid getting in trouble while your leg, ankle or foot is hurt. Otherwise you may find that the pain caused by you kicking something is a lot worse than the spanking that made you kick.

When discussing new implements, rules, etc, it's a good idea to have a poker face. Otherwise your HoH may make his selection based on your reaction because the one you don't like is probably going to be the most effective.

If you're tempted to gift your HoH with a new implement, ask yourself if you're going to still be as happy about the idea after it's been applied to your backside on several occasions.

A little playful sass is okay, but when it reaches the point that your HoH is threatening to pull the car over on the side of the interstate so he can spank you, it's a good time to shut up.

When asking your HoH to fix something, it's a good idea to make sure there's nothing near whatever he's fixing that might get you in trouble. Otherwise your honey do might turn into a honey please don't.

If your HoH asks you to do something, it's not a bright idea to tell them you'll get to it later because you haven't been on the computer yet.

When you walk in a room to find your HoH holding a paddle in one hand and a cane in the other, it's probably not because they just wanted to look at them.

Making a sassy remark while your bottom is within swatting distance isn't the best idea.

Thursday, October 17, 2013

Just Call Me Sassy

Yesterday we ended up with an unexpected day together, a rare occurrence. Normally we're lucky if we get a couple hours to ourselves so having all day up until our daughter got home from school was a welcome surprise. Steve was supposed to have gone to work with his boss, but his boss never called or came to get him. We found out later that it was because the woman that works in the office had failed to order the materials they needed (something that happens on a frequent basis) so he ended up not going at all.

I don't know exactly why, but I was feeling a bit sassy. Maybe it's because I was giddy over getting so much alone time with him. Maybe it was the fact that I hadn't been getting a lot of sleep lately (something that always seems to interfere with my brain to mouth filter).

At first it was mostly in fun. Steve was joking about it, saying he was going to start calling me Sassy. We spent the day tackling projects that we had been putting off. He helped me rearrange the laundry room. He fixed the dryer that had went out again (for some reason, the wire that goes to the heating element keeps breaking). He helped me dismantle our bed so I could deep clean it and even pitched in on vacuuming the frame, box springs and mattress.

Since we had swapped where the washer and dryer were when we rearranged the laundry room, he said he needed to go to Lowes to get a longer vent hose. I volunteered to go with him. I love going to Lowes. I like looking at all the different stuff and mentally designing my dream house. Despite the fact that he's more of a in and out kinda shopper, he usually gives me time to wander because he knows I do this.

On the way to Lowes, I finally crossed the line between fun and trouble. I knew it right away because Steve threatened to pull the car over on the side of the road and spank me. But I was on a roll and didn't really think he'd do it (after all we were on the interstate with tons of other cars) so I said yeah right.

As soon as I saw him hit the blinker and felt the car slowing down, I started backtracking. I quickly threw out every reason I could think of why he shouldn't do what he threatened. Once he turned off the blinker and picked up speed again, I breathed a sigh of relief.

We ended up having a good time wandering around Lowes. We spent some time in the appliance section. Just last week, he surprised me with a front loading washer (something I've wanted for a while because short people and top loading washers don't work well together) that he'd got at an amazing price. We looked at the dryers and he said he was planning on getting me a new one when he gets paid again. I also showed him the new fridge I want when ours croaks (which will probably be soon as he's already had to fix it three times).

I did end up getting spanked a little later, but it wasn't too bad. Steve decided to do role affirmation rather than a punishment. He had put it off earlier in the week since I was doing good, but figured I was getting a little too feisty for my own good so it was needed. I did get two swats with the cane at the end, though, for the remark that prompted his threat to pull the car over.

Tuesday, October 15, 2013

Growth and Change

Ever since our talk not too long ago, things have been changing. It's like a switch was flipped inside of Steve when I told him that the HoH I had imagined and tried to mold him into wasn't exactly the HoH I needed. Now it seems he's made it his life goal to become the HoH that I need.

But change does not come without some growing pains. I've got spanked quite a bit lately. Things that before he was content to let slide by are now being dealt with. Rules are being enforced. Lines are being drawn in the sand. I even got spanked over a safety issue, the first time that's ever happened.

The changes in Steve go beyond just enforcing rules and spanking more though. He's more attentive. He's opening doors for me, a little thing but something he knows I like. When we've had to go out, he's offered his arm for support since I'm hobbling around on a sprained ankle right now (which is what resulted in the spanking over safety). He's showing appreciation for the little things I do that normally go unnoticed.

He checks in with me frequently. As soon as he sees I'm getting quiet, he's right there asking what's wrong. He won't let me brush him off by saying that I'm fine or building a wall to hide behind. He pushes until I tell him what's going on in my head. Then we talk about it or, if talking doesn't seem to be working, he gives a few swats to get things back on an even keel.

He even stood up to his dad on my behalf. For nearly as long as we've been married, Steve's dad has carried on a campaign that I should be working. When they were talking the other night and his dad brought up the topic for the umpteenth time, Steve told him flat out that he liked me being home for our daughter and for him.

In hindsight, I wonder if he would have got to this point a lot faster if I had just left him alone in the beginning. I'm not sure. In the beginning, he wasn't too confident in himself as a HoH. Maybe he needed all the ups and downs of the last year and a half to get to this point.

Thursday, October 10, 2013

More About Me (Another Meme)

I saw this one over at Hermione's Heart and realized I had missed this one going around. Since the post I've been trying to write all week doesn't want to cooperate yet (still processing I guess), I figured I'd give it a shot.

The phone rings. Who do you want it to be?
Steve. I love it when he gets off early and can come home for a couple hours of alone time before our daughter gets in from school.

When shopping at a grocery store, do you return your cart?
Usually

In a social setting, are you more of a talker or a listener?
Definitely a listener.

Do you take compliments well?
Depends on the compliment.

Are you an active person?
Not as much as I used to be, although we're trying to get back into hiking.

If abandoned alone in the wilderness, would you survive?
Probably. Thanks to Steve's habit of watching all those survival type shows, I've picked up quite a bit of tips. Plus I know that he would come find me.

Did you ever go to camp as a kid?
Yes.

What was your favorite game as a kid?
Scrabble. It still is.

A sexy person is pursuing you, but you know that he/she is married, would you?
No. For starters, I'm married. But even if I was single, I wouldn't want to be the cause of turmoil in another woman's relationship.

Are you judgmental?
No. As long as someone isn't shoving it in my face, I'm more of a "to each their own" kinda woman.

Do you like to pursue or be pursued?
I like to be pursued.

Use three words to describe yourself.
Smart, caring, family-oriented.

If you had to choose, would you rather be deaf or blind?
This is a tough one. Probably deaf because I'm klutzy enough when I can see where I'm going.

Are you continuing your education?
Always. I take online classes and read how-to books all the time. I'm also getting ready to enroll in college again.

Do you know how to shoot a gun?
Yes and I'm a pretty good shot.

How often do you read books?
Every chance I get. I'm a major bibliophile.

Do you think more about the past, present or future?
While I occasionally think about the past or future, I try to focus on the present because once it's gone it's gone.

What is your favorite children's book?
Mrs. Piggle Wiggle. I was so disappointed when I bought it for our daughter and she didn't love it like I always did.

Where is your ideal house located?
An old farmhouse somewhere out in the country.

Boxers, briefs, thongs, panties or grannies?
Depends on the day.

Last person you talked to?
Steve

Have you ever taken pictures in a photo booth?
Not that I remember.

What are your keys on your keychain for?
Everything. I have keys to each of our vehicles, our house, our bedroom door, several padlocks, the safe and my filing cabinet.

Where was the furthest place you traveled today?
Half a mile to Walmart. We live in town so everything is pretty close..

Do you like mustard?
As part of a recipe, yes as long as it's not overpowering. As a condiment by itself, no.

Do you prefer to sleep or eat?
Sleep

Do you look like your mom or dad?
I favor my dad more, although my hair and eyes comes from my mom's side.

How long does it take you in the shower?
Depends on if I'm washing my hair (it's down to my butt). Just washing me, five to ten minutes. Washing my hair, fifteen to twenty.

What movie do you want to see right now?
Grown Ups 2

What did you do for New Year's?
If I remember right, both of us were tired so we ended up going to bed before midnight.

What was the cause of your last accident?
A spasm in my hand made me dump a drink down my shirt.

Thursday, October 3, 2013

Changing Gears

When we started this journey, I don't think either of us expected the many adventures it would bring. We started out lost with a general idea of where we wanted to go but no real idea how to get there. Once we got going, we hit a few bumps here and there. We've went off roading a few times. At one point, we even went in circles. But lately I've been feeling that something isn't right and it's time for a change.

Before you start thinking this is my farewell post, let me assure you it's not. Domestic discipline has changed us, both individually and as a couple, and I can't see us ever going back to the way things were before. I'm pretty sure Steve would agree.

In the beginning, I had this idea of what the perfect HoH would be. When Steve didn't magically transform into that guy, I launched a subtle campaign to turn him into that. It took a while for me to recognize what I was doing (you can read about it here), but once I did, I confessed. We had some rough days following my confession, but we eventually came out of it stronger. I won't deny I still occasionally fall into that trap, but now I recognize when I'm doing it and can stop it.

Back in those early days in my misguided attempt to mold him into the HoH I imagined, I used his lack of knowledge against him (and in hindsight us). Knowing that he didn't have time to read a bunch of blogs like me, I made sure he only saw the stuff I wanted him to. On the rare occasion he clicked beyond the page I asked him to look at and found something I didn't want him seeing, I was quick to talk him out of it. .

I also used the fact that he was unsure of himself as HoH and his desire to make me happy to make him fairly lenient. Whenever he got strict, I fussed and complained about it to the point he felt bad about being so "mean."

Unfortunately, my efforts succeeded and have lingering effects even today. Although there are several punishments that would probably be as effective (or even more so) than spanking, Steve doesn't know about them. The few he is aware of, he doesn't use because I put up such a fuss about them when he heard about them that he dropped the idea. In hindsight, those alternatives would have came in handy at times when he let me off the hook because he was tired or sick, or when he felt that it wasn't bad enough to warrant a spanking..

I've also come to realize that while I like his leniency at times, it's not what I need. I do best when he is strict with me, when he holds me to the same standards that he holds himself to. When he lets me off the hook because he thinks that's what I want him to do, it makes me spiral. Because even though that's what I want (or at least I thought I wanted), I need the reassurance that he cares enough to follow through.

In my efforts to transform him into my perfect HoH, I inadvertently kept him from growing into the HoH I need and probably the HoH he wants to be. For a while now, I've felt like something wasn't quite right. It wasn't until yesterday that I finally could put it into words.

I spent all day yesterday trying to figure out exactly how to go about telling Steve all this. We've had a couple major communication malfunctions on our journey and I wanted to avoid that possibility by choosing my words with care.

When we went to bed last night, I took my laptop with me with the intention of sharing some links with him that I had previously kept to myself. Since I very rarely bring my laptop in the bedroom, he noticed immediately. That combined with me being quiet all evening (something he knows means I have something on my mind) had him asking what was up.

I clammed up. I'm generally not shy about speaking my mind, not even about intimate matters like sex. But for some reason, even after having a DD marriage for over a year, I'm still shy when it comes to talking to him about certain aspects of it. I guess because it requires a huge amount of vulnerability.

Anyway, Steve chose to let it go for the moment. He started talking about other things like his doctor's appointment that morning (see the note at the bottom of this post about how he's doing) and his day at work. Then he asked if I would rub his back.

I rubbed it for a while and then lulled by the darkness of the room and him facing away from me, I finally started talking. He didn't say a whole lot. He pretty much just listened aside from asking a couple questions. By this point, it was really too late to get into the links I was finally ready to share with him so he said we'd look at them together tonight.

He does seem to have taken what I said to heart. This morning he outlined the chores he wanted done for the day and made it explicitly clear that he would not accept any excuses for them not being done. When I didn't seem too motivated to get out of bed (Mother Nature's little gift has arrived and I feel crappy), he gave a little motivation in the form of a few swats.

He even called shortly after leaving this morning to remind me about the chores and the consequences if they weren't done. He also added that he might be stopping in for lunch and if he doesn't see any progress when he does, I'll get spanked for procrastination.




Update on Steve: When he didn't seem to be improving any following the wreck, I was worried. Our local hospital isn't the greatest and I was concerned that they had missed something. I scheduled an appointment with one of the local chiropractors, figuring they have more experience with back and neck injuries than an ER doctor does.

As it turns out, the hospital did miss several things. His entire spine is out of alignment. He has several compressed discs that are pinching nerves. He also has some deterioration in his spine (not caused by the wreck, but definitely made worse by it). They estimated it would take several months of treatment to get him back to normal. I am so ticked off at our hospital right now because if they'd just bothered to do an X-ray, they would have saw these things (in theory anyway) and he could have already been getting treatment instead of just now starting.