Crusin' for a Brusin'

Hey guys! So I know I tried my hand at writing a few months back, and I thought maybe I'd give it another go. If you have any feedback about this story, please comment! I'd love to hear it! :)

Ellie was a good driver. Really, she was. She had been driving for years. The driving instructor she'd had at age sixteen had told her that she was a natural. Or at least this was what she tried to convince herself as she sat in the driver's seat with the air bag exploded in her face and a searing pang of dread creeping up her spine.

It had been a rough day. Everything had gone wrong. It had started at the coffee shop when they had completely messed up her caramel spice latte. She had taken one sip and her tastebuds had immediately cried out in protest. But, because she was running late and had no time to order another drink, she tried to gag it down simply for the caffeine fix. Then, after being stopped by a train for a full twenty minutes, she flew into work in a panic. While running down the rows of office cubicles, she failed to look where she was going and the remaining half cup of coffee ended up splashing all over her boss' shirt when they collided. His angry glare denied any hope of the promotion that she had been praying for. She had offered to pay for the dry cleaning, but he had simply ushered her away with a wave of annoyance. The rest of the day had simply gone downhill. The copier had jammed, she got a call from the credit card company to inform her that her payment was late, her computer had shut off in the middle of typing an important and lengthy document, and she had accidentally forwarded the email about the bra sale to Mike in the Finance Department instead of her best friend Natalie.

So, by the time five o' clock rolled around, Ellie's bag was packed and thoughts of her evening floated in her mind. Maybe she'd buy a Cosmo magazine and a tub of chocolate ice cream to eat, and perhaps she'd rent a teary romantic chick flick to watch alone. All of these things had been her saving grace three months ago when her boyfriend of two years had broken up with her, and she felt pathetic at the prospect of doing it all again. She trudged out of the office building feeling dejected.

Maybe it was her eagerness to get home to her comfy bed and pyjamas, or maybe it was a rush of anger at how her day had unfolded. She pondered this and then realized that it didn't really matter - she had hit the other car regardless of the reason. She had paid no attention to the stop sign ahead and had blown right through it. She sat dumbfounded in the driver's seat, knowing that she should get out and talk to the person she had hit, but not having the strength or the energy to do it. Luckily, he came to her.

"Are you all right?!" a deep voice asked frantically.

Ellie looked up, and was astonished by the man who stood there. He was only a little older than her, with wavy chestnut hair and piercing frosted green eyes that were filled with concern. She felt ashamed that she had been the one to cause the accident, and yet he was the one who was so worried about her. She took a deep breath.

"I-I'm okay," she managed. "Are you okay?"

"Yes, I am," he told her, "but my car's not." His voice hardened suddenly. "What the hell were you thinking? Or were you even thinking at all? How could you have missed that stop sign?"

She opened the door and climbed slowly out of the car. One of her headlights was smashed, not to mention the completely dented state of her front bumper. She surveyed his car and noticed that the damage was equally bad. She cringed at the thought of her insurance rates soaring. "I've had a horrible day," she told him. "You're right...I just wasn't thinking. I feel absolutely terrible. Of course I'll pay for all of the damage, you don't need to worry about that--"

"That won't be necessary," he cut her off. "I don't want you to pay for anything. But I do want you to agree to something."

She bobbed her head up and down. "Anything, anything at all!"

"Go to dinner with me." She scanned his face for any indication that he was joking, but the firm line of his lips and his steady gaze suggested that he wasn't. "There's a great Italian place down the street. Since we don't have any cars--" She blushed like a tomato. "--we can walk."

"Of course I'll go with you," she breathed. "But are you sure you don't want me to cover the costs of the accident?"

"I've already explained this to you," he said. "You are going to dinner with me and that's the deal." Something in his voice made her realize how serious he was. She nodded in silence.

A police car pulled up just then, and an officer clambered out to speak with them. The man explained the details of the accident while Ellie held her head down in shame beside him.

"Well, sir, I'd suggest that you contact your insurance company and have this young lady do the same immediately and begin to arrange for the costs of the damage to be covered," the officer said.

"Oh, that's quite all right," the man responded easily. "We have already worked out a deal between us. But thank you."

The officer raised an eyebrow. "You don't want her to pay for the damage that she caused?" he said quizzically, jerking a thumb in Ellie's direction. "By the sounds of it, this accident was her fault. Don't you want to hold her accountable?"

"Thank you, Officer," the man said again, "but that won't be necessary."

The officer appeared confused, but shook his head in disbelief and walked away. By the time the tow trucks had arrived and everything had been settled, nearly two hours had passed. Ellie and the man walked down to the restaurant and were seated in a booth near the window.

"I'm Victor, by the way," he told her as they studied their menus. She looked up from reading the description of a scallop pasta dish and smiled.

"I'm Ellie. Nice to meet you," she said, and she meant it. "Although I apologize again for the way that we met."

"Oh, don't worry about that," he said casually. "That will all be taken care of later."

A flurry of anxiety fluttered in her stomach. "But I thought...? You said...? You said this was the deal!" Ellie cried.

He looked up at her, one eyebrow raised. "You'll see what I mean. Let's leave it at that."

So she did. She was reluctant, but she managed to avoid the topic. They had a lovely dinner, complete with a bottle of wine and great conversation. She found out that he was studying to become a doctor, and that he was single and newly moved to their town. They talked for hours, and by the end of the meal she felt as if she had known him forever. Despite the fact that she had caused the accident earlier, he insisted on paying the bill. The sky was dark and sprinkled with stars by the time they emerged, and her spirits had lifted greatly. This beat Cosmo and chick flicks one hundred percent.

"My apartment isn't far from here," Victor suggested. "We could walk there if you like." She normally would have felt apprehensive about going to someone's apartment who she had just met. But with this man, something was different. She found herself agreeing instantly. The night air was crisp and cool and it took them only fifteen minutes to make their way to his apartment building. After a short elevator ride, they were there.

It was small, but cozy. He was obviously a world traveller, as everything seemed to be adorned with souvenirs from other countries. The clock in his kitchen was from Holland; the calendar on his wall from China; the woven rug in his living room from Kenya. The air smelled slightly of minty cologne and she felt strangely at home. He went over and sat on the couch and beckoned for her to join him.

"Earlier today, you could have killed both of us with your carelessness," he began slowly. "And after talking to you for the past few hours, I think you're a great girl, Ellie." He smiled. "So I don't think that careless accidents are a regular thing for you, and I hope that they're not. But I also think that these things can't go without consequence." A look of complete confusion had taken over her face. He didn't explain any further. Instead, he wrapped his strong hands around her waist and flipped her across his lap. And then, much to her horror, he began to spank her.

"Wait! What are you doing?!" she cried out, kicking her legs and squirming desperately. She had expected some more great conversation, or perhaps some kissing or something - not a spanking. "Stop!"

"Why should I stop, Ellie? Apparently you don't know how to. That's how you got us in that accident today," he told her, delivering several sharp smacks to her bottom. "You need to be taught a lesson, young lady. And I intend to teach it to you!"

She shrieked and attempted to cover her stinging bottom with her hands, but to no avail. He simply pinned her arms behind her back and continued to spank. "The more you struggle, the harder it's going to be," he warned her. "This can be easy or it can be hard. It's up to you."

SMACK! SMACK! "Now, you MUST" SMACK! SMACK! "Be more careful" SMACK! "When you are driving!" SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! "If you don't" SMACK! "You may find yourself" SMACK! SMACK! "In this position" SMACK! SMACK! "Again!" SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK!

"Who says I'll let you put me in this position again?" she demanded, suddenly feisty and filled with rage at his presumptuousness.

"We may not know each other all that well yet," he began, "but I think I know you well enough now to say that you'll be back. Because this is what you need in your life, Ellie - some discipline." He yanked down her skirt and her sheer pink panties to reveal a rapidly reddening bottom. She squealed in protest. "And it appears as though you are getting some." He released a rain of fiery spanks on her bare cheeks.

"Ow! Ouch!" she shrieked, tears streaming down her cheeks. She clenched her bottom together, attempting to lessen the pain.

"Clenching your bottom is not acceptable," Victor told her matter-of-factly. "I suggest you stop right now." He continued spanking, one cheek after the other, showing no signs of relenting.

She couldn't help it. The pain was too much. Although she tried to stop squirming and clenching, it was too hard. She found her cheeks pressed tightly together again soon enough. Victor stopped spanking.

"Go into the kitchen, young lady, and find the wooden spoon on the counter. Clearly, this punishment is not sufficient enough," he commanded, pointing to the kitchen.

"No! Oh, please no!" she pleaded with him. His hand hurt too much already.

"If you would prefer, I have a ginger root in the fridge," he said coldly. "I can peel it and insert it into your bottom to stop the clenching, if you would rather." At that, she flew to the kitchen to retrieve the spoon. Her panties were around her ankles, and she waddled as quickly as she could back to Victor. His expression was approving.

"Good," he said, standing up. "Now, bend over the arm of the couch please. I want your bottom arched in the air as high as you can. On your toes, with your legs spread. If you don't keep your back arched, I will give you extra swats. A car accident is not something to be taken lightly."

She knew that she could get up and leave at any time - how could he stop her? But, for some reason, she didn't consider it. She knew she had earned this punishment, and she knew that if she ever wanted to see Victor again, she would have to accept it. After a deep inhalation, she positioned herself as per his instructions.

"Good girl," he praised her, assuming his own position to punish her poor bottom. He tapped the spoon against his hand. "These are going to be hard, and they're going to hurt. But I expect you to take all of them, and I won't tolerate any disobedience. Understood?"

She nodded. "Yes," she said tearfully. A sharp swat was promptly delivered to her left butt cheek.

"That is yes SIR to you!" he instructed.

"Yes, sir!" she cried out obediently. He peppered her bottom with more sharp spanks. The spoon stung and her bottom was on fire.

"Keep arching!" he told her. "That butt is not arched enough!" She struggled to push her bottom higher as he delivered more spanks. "On your TOES, Ellie! Legs spread! If you can't hold that position, I'll put you in diaper position and give you the belt!" This persuaded her. She wondered if he was serious and decided not to test it. She miraculously maintained her position for the rest of the spanking, until she was limp and sobbing over the arm of the couch. She heard him set down the spoon and come around to her. He planted a gentle kiss on top of her head and rubbed her back slowly. "I know that that was hard," he told her. "But I'm very proud that you took it as well as you did. I'm guessing you've never been spanked before, and I think that that sent across a very clear message." She nodded, unable to speak because of the sobs choking her throat. He pulled her into his lap, and she shuddered at the brush of her sore, hot bottom against his jeans. She cradled her head into his neck and felt strangely content.

"Thank you," she whispered.

"I know it hasn't been much time," he said, "but Ellie, there's just something about you. I feel something for you. I want to know if you'll think about being my girl."

"I don't have to think about it," she answered him quickly. "I will."

He beamed from head to toe. "Do you understand that I will spank you for your infractions?" he asked her. "Because that will be a big part of our relationship, Ellie, and I want to make sure that you understand."

She looked at him with her big brown eyes and managed to smile. "I understand," she said sincerely. "I trust that you'll do what's best for me."
He picked her up in his arms and carried her to the bedroom, placing her carefully on his neatly made bed and planting a kiss on her lips. "Oh, I promise I will," he said to her softly, rolling on top of her and proceeding to have the best lovemaking experience either of them had ever had.

* * *

Twenty years later, on their anniversary, they recounted the events that had led to their meeting. It was a Sunday morning, the kids were out, and they were cosily cuddling in bed. Over the years, Ellie had been spanked countless times. It hadn't always been easy, but it had done wonders for their relationship. They reflected on this too.

"I guess I've always been a bit of a troublemaker," she remarked, somewhat sheepishly.

"Yes, you have," he agreed, giving her bottom a firm smack under the covers. "But I guess if you weren't one, then I would never have met you at all!" 

Home Again, Home Again, Jiggity Jig

Well, we're home! It was a great trip and a real learning experience. It is really eye opening to see into the lives of underprivileged people. Growing up, I always had food in my stomach and a roof over my head. My parents were married, they weren't into drugs, and the only gang activity I ever witnessed was in movies. So, to be in an environment where drug and alcohol addictions and domestic violence are common was definitely different. I have always been sheltered, and when living a sheltered life, it is easy to forget that there are those who are not so fortunate. Working with the families and children in the struggling neighbourhood that we visited, and hearing their stories, was something I will never forget. Of course, it wasn't all work and no play - we did have some time to engage in recreational activities, and those were fun too. But it is the difference that we made in the lives of those people that really sticks out in my mind.

Spanking-wise, there wasn't much action. Sleeping arrangements for the trip, which involved sharing rooms either with or very close to others, didn't provide much privacy. Then there was the night where we slept in a teepee (yes, a teepee!) and those aren't exactly soundproof. We were learning about First Nations culture, which was really interesting, and quite frankly baring my butt to the nippy night air and constant swarms of mosquitoes just wasn't all that tempting anyway! The fact that Leo and I were there together on a faith-based mission with our church to help make a difference was already enough to help us feel very close. But, as I have mentioned before, I am not a morning person...and all of those early mornings, along with 3 day bus rides, did make a little bit of a grouch out of me at times. I have a feeling that a spanking may be in due course!

I will do my best to post soon. For now, I had better get unpacked and into bed - thankfully, it's not an early morning tomorrow!

Ciao For Now

Two posts in four days?! Holy cow! This is record setting for little ol' Isla. Hmm...I really don't know why I just called myself that. But, it looks kind of funny, so I think I'll keep it that way!

I know I sound a little crazy, and I promise I'm not (at least I don't think I am). I'm just in a good mood! Why, you ask? Well, for a couple of reasons. The first being...I GOT A SPANKING! It wasn't really a punishment spanking - more on the playful side - but that's okay because any spanking action is good. Plus, I'd be lying if I said Leo's smacks didn't pack a sting. My bottom was definitely red and sore, and while I was pondering it, I never ended up having a discussion with him! That doesn't mean that I don't think we need to have one, because I still think that we do. I would like to lay down some ground rules and really reiterate my need for this kind of lifestyle. What I'm getting at, however, is that it was nice that Leo spanked me without me needing to prompt him. It showed me that he hadn't forgotten about spanking, and that really meant a lot to me. Plus, what happened after wasn't so bad either!! ;)

I know that there will be more dry spells like the one we just experienced, and times where spanking just isn't working. That's why I want to go on the advice of some of my readers and try other punishment options, like line writing or corner time. I think that Leo might not be so hesitant with those, and they might help him to feel a little more comfortable in his role as HOH. Once he gains that comfort, he will (I'm hoping) be a lot more confident with spanking. He's already caught on to the whole spanking thing more quickly than I expected, and I know that in my previous posts I've sounded a little whiny when I complain that he isn't quite where I'd like him to be. I'm not the most patient person, but I'm learning that patience goes a long way when trying to develop a DD marriage. I'm still trying to figure out what I would like to say to Leo when I begin our discussion. I am sure that it will all go smoothly, but it's nerve wracking to think about right now. Maybe I will send him an email, and then he can commence the conversation? Hmm. Food for thought, I suppose.

The other reason I'm so cheerful today is because Leo and I are going away! And no, not to a cottage this time. This time we are heading out to Manitoba. We are going on a volunteer mission with our church to work with inner city kids. It's going to be a very enlightening trip, I think. We will be making a difference, getting away from home for a little while, and experiencing something new and different. We leave on Friday, and return August 7. I would have posted tomorrow, but being the procrastinator that I am, I will have lots of last minute preparations to throw together. I'm afraid that we won't have any Internet access while we are there, so that means no posts! Hopefully, though, I will have lots of stories to share upon our arrival back home. Hey, at least this time I have an actual excuse for not posting!

So, I guess this is goodbye for a little while, fellow spankos! I hope everything is going well for everyone, and I will post as soon as I get home! :)

Where, Oh Where, Has DD Gone?

DD has been a little frustrating for me lately. There hasn't really been any talk of spanking, although there have been many occasions where I think I definitely deserved one. I have been very bratty and I have spoken sharply and to be honest, quite rudely to Leo at times. I never feel good about this. When I don't even get reprimanded at all for my behaviour, I feel very guilty. Leo responds to my brattiness by being short-tempered as well, which hasn't led to any arguments but has left us feeling temporarily cold toward each other. Leo does really well with rules, because then there's no questioning about whether or not he has to spank me. The bedtime rule, which is the only concrete rule we ever really had, was a great example. In the summer, however, we've let that rule slide. We're both still working, but with vacations and everything added to the mix, it's hard to have the familiar routine that we develop during the rest of the year. I am also not very good at asking for spankings. I have this fantasy in my head of a man who will, without fail or hesitation, spank me when I deserve it. I know that this is an unfair expectation for Leo, because we are still working at this, and neither of us is perfect. I understand that this type of relationship will always be a work in progress. But in dry spells like this, it's just so hard to accept it!

I always knew that I had a kink for spanking. There is a sexual aspect to it. But growing up, I could always be a bit bossy and sharp-tongued with my boyfriends. I knew that that wasn't an acceptable way to be, and I didn't want to be that way. When I heard about DD for the first time, I knew that it was the type of relationship that I needed. I needed a man who would challenge me; who would say when enough was enough, and help to solve the problem. DD was a way for problems in a relationship to be fixed without resorting to anger and fighting. When I have bratty bouts like this, it reminds me why I wanted to have a DD marriage in the first place. When I don't receive the spankings, or any form of discipline at all, I feel like the whole thing isn't working.

But, Leo and I being the crazy cottagers we are, we went to a friend's cottage this past weekend. I have realized that it's very important to acknowledge and appreciate the little moments in life, or else your life will simply blow by you. Watching the sunset, or feeling the rush of wind on the boat, or enjoying the warm sun on the beach helped me to realize how blessed I really am. I have a wonderful marriage and a wonderful husband, and my life is very fulfilled. I am very loved, and I have lots of love to give. And I sound very sappy, but after this weekend, I was not so worried about DD. I know that with time and patience, it will continue to develop and grow. I can't dwell on all of the little bumps in the road. At some point, I am sure Leo and I will have a good discussion and figure everything out. After a long heat wave, we finally got rain today. I think, and I hope, that Leo and I will share a similar experience in the near future.

Troublemaking

Well, if there's anything I'm good at, it's getting into trouble. I know, I know, what have I done this time? Well, when backing out of a friend's driveway today, I scraped their neighbour's car that was parked along the curb. I mean, it's a pretty common mistake I guess...people accidentally rear end and dent and scrape other cars all the time. Despite that, I still didn't (and don't) feel any better. Our car is a dark gray, and the car I scraped was white, thus making the scratch very obvious. Our car got damaged more than the other car, which in a way I am thankful for. I left a note on the windshield with my phone number, and now I'm just waiting for a call. Leo was not impressed, to say the least. He threatened me with a spanking, but I was just in this strange mood where being spanked sounded like the last thing I needed or wanted. I was already feeling guilty and upset for my mistake, which was a complete accident, but was also avoidable if I had been more careful. I ignored him for awhile after his threat, which also left me feeling guilty.

We had a similar scenario last week. I was given the pending spanking that I had posted about in my last post, but I just couldn't take it. I don't have a high pain tolerance anyway, but for some reason it was just unbearable, even though he was only using his hand. I didn't even want to try to accept my punishment. Leo knew this, and he stopped the spanking. Just like that. Part of me was relieved that he stopped, but part of me was frustrated that he just gave up. And, other than the threat earlier tonight, we haven't even really spoken about spanking since. I know that I am sending mixed messages when I express a need to be spanked and then become hostile and frustrated when he tries to spank me. I am always remarking on how this lifestyle isn't easy. I guess times like this are just proof.

If there's anything I could use a good spanking for, it would be to start posting more! It's been over a week since my last post - shameful, really. After my 'incident' earlier, my friend and I went to the movies and saw Harry Potter. I'm not a diehard Harry Potter fan; I read the books and thought it was a good story, but you'll definitely never catch me at opening night wearing a wizard cape. I must admit, though, the movie really was excellent! If you're considering seeing it, I recommend that you do.

Other than that, I don't think that there's much else for me to report! What's going on with all of you other spankos? :)

So Many Spankings...

We're back from another weekend at the cottage! Well, my parents' cottage. It's the one that we went to on the long weekend in May. We left on Thursday, and came home a couple of hours ago. It's always so nice to get away. It's a six hour drive to get there, which is pretty long and tiring - but it's worth it! We stayed busy all weekend. My parents have a speedboat, and they enjoy taking their braver guests tubing. Leo has the time of his life, but I just fear for mine! Getting thrown in the air while bouncing over waves on an inflated tube just makes me nervous. We also went to the beach, had a barbecue, swam, went canoeing and fished. Fishing was an experience. Leo insisted that just the two of us go, despite the fact that he has no clue how to take a fish off a hook. Sure enough, I caught one, reeled it in, and he panicked. I'm not much of a fisher myself - I like catching them and reeling them in, but I refuse to bait the hook or remove the fish once I catch it. I'm too squeamish! It took Leo ten minutes just to get the hook out of the fish's lip and set it free. After the next few fish, he got the hang of it. My butt's also sore, but not from the way you're thinking. We went on a long bike ride, and I haven't been on a bike in so long! Even though we went two days ago, I'm still feeling it.

But don't worry, we didn't skimp on the spanking. Of course, it's not exactly easy to get spanked in a small cottage with your parents around. They went grocery shopping in town one day though, and Leo wasted no time putting me over his knee for a quick spanking. There wasn't really any reason for it - just a "I'm the boss and don't you forget it" kind of spanking. This spanking came after the one he gave me in the woods. Yup...in the woods. We had gone on a hike, and were on the way back from our picnic lunch. I got a little bratty, and he happened to spot a stick lying on the ground. "Pull your shorts down," he commanded me. "Here? No way!" I responded. I was horrified by the thought that someone might come along and see my bare butt being spanked. "No one's going to come," he told me. "Just take down your shorts and bend over in front of me. The sooner you do it, the sooner we can get this over with." I realized that I didn't really have a way out, and where was I going to escape to in the woods? So I quickly obeyed him, my face the colour of a tomato. He gave me a good 30 some odd swats with that stick, and they HURT! Sure enough, nobody came along (although I was frightened by every little noise). The fact that someone could have, though, left me feeling very embarrassed and exposed. I didn't have a chance to check the condition of my butt before I hastily yanked my shorts back up, but I looked at it in the bathroom mirror when we returned to the cottage and found that I had some bright pink welts. I think that's the last time I'll be crossing him in the great outdoors!

 He also promised me a pretty hard spanking in the near future, for being a little whiny one night. It sounds like I might get the belt for some of it, and he really wants to try this Icy Hot thing. Needless to say, it doesn't look like my butt is going to have much time to recuperate!

Anyway, enough about me. What is going on with all of you?

Happy Canada Day!

Wow! It's already been a week since my last post! When I first started this blog, I expected to post every couple of days or so. I was pretty successful at first, but now here I am a week later. Crazy!

So, as you can see by the title of this post, it's Canada Day today! (Actually, I'm posting after midnight, so I guess technically it's not really Canada Day anymore). I'm not sure if I have any Canadian readers or followers, but I know that all of you Americans are probably gearing up for Independence Day on Monday. While I have never been in the States on July 4th, I know people who have, and they have said that the festivities can be wild! I would like to go sometime. Leo and I had a pretty quiet holiday. We drove to a beach about half an hour away from our home to get some dinner, and then watched the fireworks in a nearby park. It was nice to just relax for a day and spend some time with each other. And, surprise surprise, I was informed that I will be receiving a spanking soon. Nothing major, just a little reminder to keep my attitude in check. Maybe it would have been fitting if I had received the spanking today - I could have shown how patriotic I am by showing off a red bottom!

Earlier this week, I (foolishly) told Leo about how I had heard of couples who have used IcyHot on the spankee's bottom to increase the intensity of the spanking. Because Leo is fairly new to spanking, I didn't think that he would feel adventurous enough to actually consider what I was saying. I was wrong. He has now decided that we need to get some IcyHot cream to use for a spanking. I'm not sure if he will use it in a disciplinary or playful scenario, but I'm assuming he will probably use it during a more playful spanking just to see how it actually works. I'm pretty nervous about it. Has anyone ever used IcyHot during a spanking, or something similar (like capsaicin cream, maybe)?

As we were sitting in the crowded park and waiting for the fireworks to start earlier tonight, I surveyed all of the couples in the area and wondered what little secrets they share. I wondered if anyone else had a DD relationship, or incorporated spanking into their lives somehow. How many spankos have I potentially passed on the street? Leo and I are very private about DD with our family and friends. None of them know about our lifestyle, and we aren't planning on sharing any information about it with them any time soon. I don't think that a lot of vanillas would be able to understand why we have chosen this path. If Leo and I did happen to know another DD couple personally, then we would probably be more open about discussing it with them. But, just like a sex life is supposed to be private, we keep this aspect of our lives private too. This got me thinking. Do any of you guys talk about your lifestyle or interest in spanking with others outside of your relationship? Have any couples who have a DD marriage told family/friends about it? If so, how did they respond? I'm curious! Feel free to comment and let me know!