Sunday, August 2, 2015

A Cabin in the Woods ( no serial killer, but a murder almost happened)

You know, it seems a little awkward writing here.  I'll give it my best shot, but really I am unsure of the final result.  I can't remember the last time it has felt like this to blog, or if it ever has.

Last weekend Barney and I had the opportunity to go away.  ALONE.  We have been away alone before, but we were never really alone.  We had gone to functions, with other couples, family, whatnot, but this time we went away ALONE, with only each other.  To a cabin in the woods.

With NO visible neighbours!

The cabin was actually very sweet.  It did have its tiny issues, ( I wasn't crazy about a little bit of damp smell that came from the main floor~ So we ate, slept and lounged in the loft).  We arrived the Friday night around 7:30, had a small bite to eat and then moved on to playtime.

I will admit here that playtime is something new for us.  That is not to say that Barney and I don't goof around with each other.  That is not to say I am not a playful brat etc.  I mean actual PLAYtime with a purpose in mind.

I am not a fan of what I refer to as The Whip 'n Dip....(others call it a Good Girl Spanking).  I cannot wrap my head around the situation if there is back and forth action.  It confuses me and as a self professed control freak, confusion causes anger to a degree.  That is also not to say that after a reset spanking his dominance does not continue and it is very exciting in that situation.  NO, I just can't do Whip 'n Dip at this particular time.

Playing was something completely different all together.  I have to be honest, even if it is totally unbelievable in this case, outside of spending a great deal of quality time together, I really did not have any expectations of how the weekend would go. Life around here seems to be one thing after another, after ANOTHER.  Some days it has been a matter of just trying to focus on placing one foot in front of the other.  Other days it is completely unbearable to let your mind wander.  As usual I can claim *we* are okay, as a team, individually sometimes it feels like life is playing a cruel joke on us. 

( Please don't feel like you have to comment on that.  I really don't want it to be the focal point of my post because it really isn't.  I mention it because of the emotional toll the past few months have taken on me.  In this case, made me too exhausted to have expectations beyond the fact that I wanted to be away from all negativity that has been circling us...if only for 48 hours)

The day before we left on our SEXventure, Barney stopped off at the local saddlery and picked up 2 items, suggested by 'friends' .  One she suggested.  One HE did a long while back.  I bet you I can tell you which one had more, um , IMPACT.

Naturally Barney decided to try the more impact-ful thing first. Oh right...he bought a quirt.  Sounds like a funny little word doesn't it?  I saw the price tag, not a huge investment, clearly THAT should be an indication of it's pain factor right?  

Because this was really our first time playing, Barney didn't restrain me.  He wanted me to be able to move and react if necessary.  Don't get me wrong in a reset spanking or even the odd punishment he has no issue restraining me, but I BELIEVE he said it was important for me to have one sensation at at time.  Perhaps it was a need of his too, to only think he was doing one thing 'to' me at a time? I have no clue.

I will tell you that after that first crack from the quirt, I was no longer in position.  On top of that, I also was NOT quiet.  I actually screamed.  Now don't get all upset here, it was more like the scream I make when I am startled, high and LOUD.  It actually took me by surprise (the scream).  So much so I began to laugh.  OH make no mistake it hurt like a bugger, but my reaction surprised me.  Normally I am known to be more on the stoic side of things, especially in pain.  I rolled over, rocking clinging to the cheek he struck.....I believe there was a lot of " ow, ow, ow. that REALLY hurt"  No there was no " It is a spanking it is supposed to hurt" lines, as it wasn't really a spanking.  

Barney, his reaction?  He laughed.  There were comments made about how great 'this thing is' and how shocked he was at my reaction.  Then I was told to get back into position.  Time and time again my reaction was the same.  I thought that maybe eventually I would get used to it.  You know like a spanking.  NOPE.  I told him I needed new friends.  He countered with " He is an evil GENIUS !" 
Barney repeatedly told me how he loved my reactions.  That gave me the courage to get back into position every time.  I wasn't afraid of him, or the situation, but c'mon who WANTS to feel pain?  LOL. 

I did tell him that I could see how brutal this implement would be if it were used under different emotional circumstances, and of course if he MEANT each strike to drive a point home.  I said I'd probably have my defensive anger reaction to it in those circumstances.  That night however I was thoroughly enjoying how much fun my husband seemed to be having.  Complicated really because I really wasn't enjoying the quirt, in any sort of sexual way.  I wasn't even really sure I was enjoying being THAT submissive.  I was enjoying his enjoyment.  Which I have been told about, but until really in a more intense situation, I couldn't understand.  

So Friday night was new and fun.  Not too mention exhausting! Saturday, I woke, without a mark on me by the way, and we set out to a local market.  Initially when we arrived, I didn't want to head in.  It wasn't full of people, so it wasn't the crowded situation that had me hesitant.  I couldn't disappear in there.  There were only about 10 or 12 vendors so once you entered, you would be seen.  Barney pulled me forward.  Initially I did a quick around about in there and headed back out.  I was disappointed, more in myself I'd suppose that I didn't want to stay for Barney's sake.  The only thing that changed my mind about not leaving was a vendor who did tiny, quirky wood carvings.  I wanted something she had, but she was off for a moment so we had to wait.  Another vendor who made organic breads and pastries offered coffee and tea as well.  Barney purchased us some breakfast and we sat at a picnic table while we waited for this odd little carving lady to return.  The pastries were delicious!  Well worth the awkwardness for me to be sitting at a huge picnic table among locals that all knew each other.

I am happy we waited.  We talked to many vendors.  One of which had picked blueberries in the remote Northern town where my Mother was born.  Population, 500, so not many people know of this place.  We chatted for a long time with this man.  He and I exchanged many stories about the North.  Later the carving lady and a few other vendors asked me questions, "I heard you say you were from the North"...and another conversation would begin.  All in all it was a wonderful morning.

When we arrived back to our cabin we decided to have a light lunch and play a bit more.  Sadly I think maybe I had a bit TOO much lunch for playing.  Live and learn.  This time Barney decided to use what my girl friend had suggested.  This time he had me standing, once again not restrained but with my hands on the slanted ceiling.  Over time it was a difficult position to maintain.  The item he used took a bit of skill to use successfully.  Initially that time I don't believe it was being used properly, ( he later practiced and the next session was different).  Some of his whacks didn't feel right and YES I did share that with him.  All of them stung.  Nothing , NOTHING like the quirt.  He did get his reactions, just different ones.

My reactions are really what I wanted to write about. As usual I have taken the round about way to get here.  This time it was completely different.  I don't know how or even IF I want to get into what I felt inside of me while this was happening.  I am unsure how to word it, to explain to someone who ha never had it happen to them. 

  This 'session' shone a bright light into a deep cavern for a mere moment.-

 like striking a match in a cave.  It only happened briefly, but just like the match flare in complete darkness, it lingered.  The memory of it lingered.  Perhaps it was fear and confusion that  initially extinguished the match. 

 As the playtime continued, I thought back and forth about the 'flash' I thought I saw or rather felt.  I suppose the best way to say it is, the flare provided a flash of light to show a path to ME.  Corny I know.  But that is the overwhelming feeling I had and still have.

Submissives will often comment on how spankings can break down walls, and allow them out, me included. The comparison of how I felt, albeit very briefly, that day compared to how I feel after a successful spanking, well it would be like comparing your favourite uncle pulling a nickle out from behind your ear as a child,  to seeing David Copperfield perform.  I am not reducing the wonder of the magic your uncle can produce or the feelings achieved by that, merely trying to explain the difference in depths this 'feeling' conjured up.  ACTUALLY the light toward the feeling.  Not even the exploration of me, but rather the fact that there was much more.

Sigh, this probably makes no sense to most of you.  Maybe I am just an extremely slow learner when it comes to self actualization, and many of you have seen this part of you not long after starting ttwd.  This to me goes beyond 'peeling' back the layers of an onion.  During that process I always suspected there was more.  I longed for the more.  I knew I needed it to cultivate a better relationship with not only my husband but those around me.  I can't even say I feel I have peeled back all the layers and now I am moving deeper.  This to me feels like a completely different path, which has to be taken before I can go back to 'peeling' successfully. 

Anyway, I am rambling and getting too caught up in the explanation.  After the 'session' ( I really need to come up with a different word for it) Barney told me to nap for a while.  I had been up most of the night with an extremely annoying throat~ the one where you have to continually swallow.  He told me to nap because I was going to need my strength.  The entire day he kept hinting about the next adventure we would be taking.  As he was leaving me he grabbed something we had bought before I hurt my back.  He mumbled something about figuring it out or straightening them out...not sure I was off to lala land by then. 

A storm had rolled in while I was napping.  I woke to find my husband ready for action again.  LOL.  Oh well, that was the point right?  Reconnecting!  This playtime was actually much less intense.  It as more him trying out the second implement properly and in a less severe way.  Basically we were just both goofing around.  There were a few intense moments, when I wasn't doing what I was supposed to ...( who me?  I know ....clearly he had lost his mind.  I ALWAYS do what I am supposed to)

In the kitchen later Barney started asking me a few questions.  Questions I really didn't have the answers to.  The question, 'Did you like it?' perhaps would have been a tad easier to answer than, " How do you feel?".  Even then, me being me, I have to complicate things as a rule anyway! I tried in vain to explain that I wasn't sure how I felt.  I enjoy his reactions, but this playing was vastly different than a reset.  As this is all new, and I was trying to be there for him as 'his' for his enjoyment, I wasn't sure how I felt about the pain.  First off I knew I didn't like it, which was not a surprise for either of us, but my mind was not just trying to conquer it like it so often can during a spanking.  My mind was a little all over the place, and perhaps that is why I didn't have any sort of release from it. ~ unlike the majority of spankings.  I told him I was confused and wanted to talk to a friend about some of the conflicting feelings I had, because I didn't know what I was feeling concerning myself.   At the time I couldn't have put into words about the match and the cave, like I did here.  I just knew my feelings were vastly different. Actually that is inaccurate. I SUSPECTED my feelings were different.  Something was, I just didn't know what.

Outside, the storm continued to gain strength.  We decided to have some wine and cheese on the floor in front of the fake fireplace ( it was too hot for any real fire anway).  I was more than content to just have that for dinner.  Barney joked that he NEEDED his steak as he required protein to keep up his strength.  The power went out briefly.  The cell service, which was choppy at best in this cabin was down.  It was at THIS time that our boys were invited to go away for a couple of days, and I had to converse with them off and on for an hour via the computer to get their lives organized.  Barney grilled our steaks.  LOL

After dinner, which was a lovely time, chatting about all sorts of things, I had to finalize a few details with the friends who were taking the boys in the morning.  We had hoped not to return home right away in the next day.  Barney had mentioned something during the day about a thorough r/a session or reset before returning home.  I believe his comment was, " Give you something to think about as you sit on a sore bum for the hour and a half drive".  I had also hoped to hike a few trails in the area ( I guess with a sore bum) before heading back to the city.  With the boys leaving in the morning we needed to cut the next day short ( I thought by a few hours, Barney I found out later meant up and out ), because of our dog.

Eleven o'clock had me still sitting around, and Barney having a Grand Marnier.  By this point I was really tired.  Normally I am in bed around 10 pm.  It looked to me that Barney had no intention of anything other than sipping on his liquor, so disappointed I got up and got ready for bed.  I kissed him goodnight and rolled over on my side, away from him.  I really was disappointed and for lack of a better word SAD.  I don't believe I was being sulky or snooty.  I just wanted to seize the opportunities we had in such a short period of time.  

He leaned over from behind me and asked me what was wrong.  Of course this would have been the perfect opportunity to be open and honest, but I couldn't.  I mean honestly, what if he then said, 'okay let's go then?"  how would I have felt? Probably like he was doing it for me not because he wanted too.  I suppose I just WANTED him to want to.  He couldn't see my face but I did have tears. 

The next thing I experienced was the blankets being torn away from my body, and me being flipped over.  I BRUTAL whack came down on my backside from a rubber paddle.  He continued to rein down smacks, while by brain was racing  ...what the hell is going on?  I am disappointed that we aren't connecting and now I am being punished ( okay don't go there about the whys, this was in the moment these things were entering my mind...)???  Barney didn't say, he was spanking me to get answers, he was spanking me because he thought I was pissed off at him for not getting my own way.

I began to fight him.  I mean I fought him like I have never fought him before.  I bucked, and pinched, and dug my non-existent nails into his arm.  I grabbed the string on the handle of the the paddle, not letting go even though it was cutting into my skin.  At one point I grabbed my ankles, bringing my feet up so there was no where he was comfortable to strike.  To his credit, I suppose, lol, Barney did not give up.  He fought back too.  He pinned me. He sat on me.  He demanded I stop fighting, because I was going to get hurt.

He also lectured.  He said that if I was going to act like a brat I was going to be spanked like one.  Granted at the time, wrestling with all my might, I wasn't really the picture of submissiveness, but I was still confused as to the original punishment.  When he initially started to spank he had said, " I should have done this a while ago".  I thought we were having a great weekend.  I wasn't withdrawn, so I was very confused by that and the sudden onslaught of punishing swats.  I tried to explain, although probably not in my most submissive way, between screaming, "GET OFF OF MY LEGS!" and " YOU JUST HIT MY HIP!" that I wasn't being pouty ( probably 'you ass' was in there too), I am just disappointed!.  He then countered with " You are disappointed because you didn't get what you wanted.  You are disappointed because you couldn't control the outcome"  or something along that line.  I lost it at this point.  LOL....I know right?  Like I hadn't before ? snort.  I screamed at him, well the best I could being pushed down face first into a bed.


At that point he stopped.  The result of many emotions flowing down my face in a stream of tears.

"Go to sleep"  

And he turned off the light closest to the bed.  Go to sleep?  Was he out of his mind ?  Oh sure honey, as soon as the sweat dries on me, I'll just pleasantly drift off to la la land again. Pfft.  I lay there huffing and crying for a bit

 Once he climbed in bed for the night, I grabbed my robe and went down the stinky main floor.  A while later he came down.  We chatted for a bit.  Well mostly he talked.  It ended with " You can't sleep down here, get your ass back upstairs to bed'.  After enough time passed to show a tad bit of defiance,

 yup because I can be like that, I went upstairs to bed.  He followed and quickly fell alseep.   Downstairs I went again.  How DARE he?  Just sleep like that!

The next morning things were not much better.  We both danced around each other.  I was even more disappointed.  I wished to God I could have turned back the clock 12 hours.  All of the wonderful time we had before seemed to vanish from memory.  I began to wish we never came on this trip.  Initially I started with snide comments to provoke a conversation.  Not much success on that front.  Eventually I flopped down on the love seat and stared at the ceiling.  He began to talk.  I don't recall exactly what he said, but I countered.  He answered with a

" ...and if you say ONE F-you, that will be the last thing you ever say"

pfft.  I hadn't even thought about it...UNTIL THEN.

I found my words that were missing from the previous night.  I told him I didn't understand why he was so angry at the fact I was disappointed we wouldn't be spending time together in a way would could only do here.  I didn't understand how any man would be upset that his wife was disappointed because she wanted to BE with him.  I further went on to explain that when he said things like " I was trying to control the situation"  when I was merely disappointed, and sad, it hurt beyond belief.  It hurt that he still goes back to that feeling about me, years later.  It hurt that he assumes I am a shrew.  That is his go-to.  I do believe I added a 'thanks for that".  

I told him once again that I don't know if sharing with him is a good idea.  I believed that the day before in the kitchen when I told him I was confused, that stalled him.  I told him I thought maybe he was confused that he enjoyed playing more than he felt he should, and when I told him I was unsure of how I felt, he felt guilty.  

He assured me that was not the case at all. 

I said that I felt he chose himself over us when he continued to sit at the table enjoying his alcohol.  Not that I begrudge him relaxing, but this was something he could and did do at home.  I couldn't understand why he wouldn't want to be WITH me.  How he chose himself over us.  We didn't even have 48 hours alone, so why not make the best of it.  The way he suggested all day and into the evening?

Of course all of these things were said through tears and not in a great tone.  Not much was said from him that shone any light on the situation for me, so I stood up and said, " let's just get the hell out of here"

When we were pulling away from the cabin, I began to sob. " This is so not how I had envisioned leaving here.  At the moment I wished we had never come".  He nodded in agreement.

The next day was almost as awkward and equally painful.  Eventually we did talk a bit more.  Barney said he was just enjoying the moment of being so relaxed that evening...but through further conversation did say perhaps he was afraid.  He said he was afraid to screw things up.  To ruin the weekend ( and added he did so anyway).  Because we had to leave earlier in the morning than expected, he had planned on a 'severe' spanking that night.  This is why he drifted off with himself, ignoring me.  Based on what he was thinking, he is probably right, it might have added a bit of strain.  Although if he had only COMMUNICATED to me, perhaps not.

Barney told me the first 20 hours at the cabin were the most incredible days he has ever had.  He said he has never felt so free, uninhibited, and connected to me.  The playtime certainly did bring out this dominant nature.  I was smacked for being (playfully) sassy more times than I can count.  He seemed like a different man, but not.  He did seem very comfortable.  Things were very easy.  I am sure a great deal of it was because we were able to shut out the outside world, but there was more to it than that.

The next day he did dole out the 'severe' spanking he wanted to end the weekend with.  Initially I could feel him being tentative.  Which I understood considering all we had been through emotionally.  At the end he said, "you didn't even tense up like you normally do" .  I explained what I thought I felt.  The spanks themselves were stingy, probably because my bottom was tender from some of the weekend, but I felt he was tentative.  He told me to go and rest for a bit and we would revisit this.  About 40 minutes later we did.  He wasn't tentative at all in his strikes, but more importantly was he in his words.

  Summer vacation tends to have things a little disorganized around here.  Couple that with dodging bullets that life has decided to continue to shoot our way, well things are different.  Currently we both have colds ( mine started before our trip) so we don't have the energy for much as it is.  I have been reflecting on many things since our cabin however.

I used to wonder about the effects of boot camp that people tried ( not going to get into the debate about boot camp).  I remember once asking a friend of mine how she felt weeks after.  I explained to her, " Because I think for me, I would be more upset that some of the intensity/attention began to drift off after.  I would be thinking, 'but you were able too last week' ".  She agreed that they did have this issue on more than one occasion.

Upon returning from the cabin, after my reset, I found myself poking a bit.  Playing but perhaps with a bit more edge than I should have had.  I don't believe I really wanted a spanking, because when he said severe, he MEANT it...I did NOT want something on top of that.  I think I just longed for the connection we felt those first 20 hours at the cottage.  At the cottage, I wasn't the only one who didn't have a barrier.  It was very freeing, even with my confusion.  

Our friend George once said men and women often view gift giving differently.  A man might present a car to his wife, and think in his mind he is set for a very long time.  A woman on the other hand generally prefers multiple smaller gifts.  Not that she doesn't appreciate the grandness of a car, but a hand picked flower one day, and a chocolate the next means more to her.  I think maybe this is part and parcel of what went on at the cabin, and my poking actions after.

Barney still says to me, " I can't get over how quickly you slide"  I always counter, " it isn't that quickly"  So this just gives you an indication of how differently we see things.

I don't need GRAND elaborate playtimes ( although VERY enjoyable for whatever reasons I enjoyed them), but I do need constant attention.  I am not certain many men fully comprehend that fact.  Spreading attention, small bits has a longer lasting effect that ONE big event.  Don't get me wrong the BIG event will bring people back together but the little things keep you where you want to be.

As for my confusion-  the deep cavern within me I caught a glimpse of?  I am not sure it will be explored for a very long time~  if ever.  I say this because I think there needs to be a prolonged period of 'attention' and little distraction for this to happen.  Not to mention an incredible amount of trust.  Most of which I have to be willing to give, not necessarily after *I* feel it has been earned by my husband.  For someone like me, that is the most difficult thing to give, and I don't even know where to begin.

But perhaps more importantly, first I should create this as my mantra...


  1. I am with you when you say you enjoy his enjoyment. At one time I actually didn't mind sexy, play-time spankings so much but lately? I do it for him because he enjoys making me pink and wiggly. I am glad I don't have the same friends as you because I'm not sure how I want to encounter this quirt thingy! ;) Glad you had some time to yourselves.

    1. Pink and wiggly huh? I should suggest that version to Barney and see if he bites. Maybe the sexy play spankings wouldn't open up so much if they were like that!

  2. Hi Willie, it is so great to have news from you! Even though it did not really go as intended, it is wonderful that you two had some real alone time, like in really alone! Getting away from all other troubles for a while sounds awesome too, and even though this sounds like a mixed blessing, I am happy for you having had this experience with the quirt, because of you experiencing joy from Barney enjoying this. This is a wonderful reaction, and I think it kind of shows how important he is for you. What’s not to love about that?! :)

    I didn’t find your way of describing this unknown place of yours corny at all. It makes a lot of sense to me, and that ‘there is more’ is definitely true. And I think, we only go on exploring these places inside us when we are prepared to do so, otherwise we’d only end up afraid or confused.

    However, the confusion that you experienced is so completely different, and I am so sorry that you had such a bad night at the cabin. Some of it (all of it?) was because of miscommunication, or rather not communicating in the very moment when Barney and you needed to, wasn’t it? I like spankings and crave them, and in general I’d tend to congratulate you for getting one, because of the positive effects they have. Not this time, though. Barney’s night time spanking was not my cup of tea, yours not either. After you talked it turned out it wasn’t really his either, so, somehow, this was not so brilliant. How could you not be confused after that?! And once you talked, Barney seems to have seen that too. I am so sorry that this cabin night time spanking backfired so badly. But what you did do then was just right. You talked and I think this brought you closer again, just like the reset afterwards helped.

    I loved what you wrote about how different men and women perceive things and there are loads of situations when communication between men and women goes awfully wrong because of that. Can be fun, oh my, but it can be so annoying too. The only recipe that we have against that is talking, and Barney and you do that. Actually, what Barney said about you sliding quickly, shows that he keeps a close eye on you, which is awesome. However I am not sure if women and men do always have the same idea of being together. Spreading/constant attention nails it. Maybe this does sound huge for many men, but it isn’t even a lot we ask for, because it is about the small things that we do together, like reminders that show we are important for our HoHs.
    Wishing you a happy summer!



    1. Hi Nina.

      Wow you wrote a lot there! Thanks for taking the time as always.

      Yes that night time spanking was disastrous. Do I think we learned from it? Not entirely sure the same thing almost happened again...LOL. But you know what they say you keep repeating the same mistakes until you actually learn from them. So here's hoping we aren't too slow of learners, as my bum can't take it!

      I can't take credit for the last bit, as I said George once commented long ago on my blog stating that men and women measure things differently. However it should be repeated far and wide and often. Perhaps both sexes will do well to remember it!

      Our summer is starting to come to an end sadly. Just the length of days. I think I hate that more than the cold!


  3. I really enjoyed this. We seem to follow this same pattern. It's good to see we aren't the only ones.

    1. TRUST! It has been a long time!

      So are we to rejoice we are in the same boat with a hole in it then? LOL

      Great to see you

  4. I get really nervous now when we go away together (which isn't often, mind you) because we both have these expectations about what we will do and how it will be and someone always goes away mad or disappointed. Our last trip we didn't go away with any expectations and it was better, but there was still some tense moments of irritation because he thought I wanted something and didn't want to disappoint me, when all I wanted him to do was to tell me what he wanted or didn't want as the case was. Ugh! I am glad you got away...I hope you can focus on the good part of the weekend;) Always easier said than done, right?

    1. Oh so true Bea!

      I remember when we first started ttwd ( and I was so gung ho) that every day off was filled with anticipation...only to fall flat of it. Probably because Barney was scared witless to disappoint so he did nothing.

      But yes even vanilla wise, the options for vacation days and dos are so great that sometimes nothing gets done at all ! I really do try not to have expectations, but anticipation also leads to disappointment. Not so much resentment, but disappointment nevertheless.

      As time has passed, it has been easier to remember the good parts, but the feeling over the entire weekend isn't as warm as it should or could have been that is for sure.

  5. Hi Willie, I can relate to some degree to the confusion you felt at the cabin. Before we started DD spanking for us was play, however much was scenario based and so it had a serious tone. Then we moved to DD and R/A and discipline spankings also had a serious tone. Since starting spanking again after our hiatus all spanking has been purely for fun. At first it confused me, I then learned it is ok to laugh and giggle and generally fool around while having your bsckside tanned, among other things :) It is ok to enjoy it and perhaps be a little sassy. In fact, Rick loves it.

    I'm sorry the trip ended the way it did. It started so well and I'm so glad you had some alone time. Once again, so much seems to come down to communication doesn't it, and communicating at the right time. I'm glad you did talk it through afterwards and gained a better understanding of where each other were coming from.

    Love and hugs

    1. Hey Roz!

      I mean I do get VERY sassy on occasion during a reset~ that is until there is NO reason to be any more. Barney and I have had our shares of giggles, some of which I have even written about. My confusion really comes with the Whip 'n Dip. I suppose I just have a confusion with pain and pleasure. Not that I mind pleasure..AFTER pain, depending on the circumstances, it is just the two together. As for my confusion at the cabin, that was something totally different all together. I wasn't confused with any sexual reaction, because to be honest there was none at the time. While Barney was physically dominating me, the newness of it all sort of sent my brain into overload. His enjoyment was the turn on there....AFTER.

      No the confusion was the feeling inside, non-sexual...non-pain related, ( although no doubt induced by pain). It was as if my brain searched inward, very deeply for just a brief moment before my heart slammed the door shut in its face. Some day I may work on that, but it isn't the right time, right now.

      We did talk about it after, yes. I am not entirely sure we had a better understanding of each other as a whole right then. But perhaps it has helped in some small way for the future. If not we shall repeat until we get it right! lol


  6. So much of this I really 'get' and then other bits I'm not so sure, not experienced the cave thingy as yet.
    Do you think it's a man thing or just something with the particular men we know? H has been very similar on times when we've had limited time to be alone, he's dropped hints all day and then as I watch time running out, worry about wasting the time we have, he relaxes and takes it very slowly, seemingly content to just let it all slip away. Do they not see beyond the here and now? I'm not sure H always does.
    And then when I flounce up to bed and he asks what's wrong I say 'nothing'. Like you say, I don't want to tell him and then have him act for me, but I want him to act because he wants to. Also my tears put him off. I cannot help them they just occur, but he thinks I use them to get my way.
    I suppose what I'm saying is that I understand some of your feelings, I have no help as such but I understand.
    I'm glad you have both sorted it out and have been able to move forward though.
    Umm, I also think no to a quirt!

    1. Hi Janey,

      It is so nice to see you 'here' again. I can understand and actually appreciate you not understanding the 'cave thing' as of yet. Because almost 3 years in and I had never experienced anything remotely similar before. That is not to say I haven't felt like I have gone very was like taking a detour more than perhaps another level? Who the heck knows?

      As to your question about men ( and I am not going to bash ALL men here...but okay...many) you are the mother of all boys as can probably answer your own question! I do know a FEW men who don't seem to be that way, but not many. I honestly believe, after talking to Barney and a few others, that they are well aware of time slipping away ( at times) but there is another reason for the 'blockage'. Something else they purposely put before 'us' because of varying factors, " fear " being one of them. Apparently disappointing your wife/mother/friend/teacher by trying and not succeeding is far worse than planning to set out to not try. I believe they have every intention when they say it, but then reality of expectation sets in. Of course one could argue that perhaps it is a message we are sending out that contributes to this? Who knows??? These are merely theories on my part.

      As for the 'tears' to get your way, I know the accusation. Not tears per se but other accusations that are down right hurtful as well. I think once again that is the difference between men and women. Men sometimes think that we can control and manipulate our emotions in any given situation, because they aren't always ruled by them as much as we are~ especially once starting ttwd. I know in Barney's case, as we have discussed this on countless ocassions, yesterday being one of them, he rationalizes his accusations in his mind because then he can feel more like the victim, or detached from the situation, so as not to feel the pain of the pain HE has actually caused me.

      AS for moving forward? Well we had and we hadn't. I suppose I am going to have to write again...dammit! LOL

      Thanks for stopping by Janey, I have missed your comments.

  7. I am glad that I searched for your latest post. I just seem to not be reading much lately. Reading your post, reminded me of how much I miss chatting with you. I love how you write, just putting down what you think and not trying to make things sound "better or worse" than they are. I can relate much more when I know that you are being truthful to yourself in your writing.
    What a learning experience for both of you. I can only say that I hope that you two can really have some more "alone" time before too long. It would be nice to pick up where you left off and be clear on your feelings. What a great experience you both had at the cabin. Hope you are hanging in there. Now I need to go and look up what a quirt is.

    1. Well lady when you start at the top of your blog roll and read down, you are going to miss the bloggers who don't write every day! LOL. You are just going to have to email subscribe to my blog so once in a blue moon you will have something to read from me! Okay now that that housekeeping has been taken care of....

      (oh and I do miss chatting with you too...)

      Two of our boys are away this week, the oldest mostly works days, and Barney is on vacation. We have had time alone, but initially I was not sure it was great. Of course, thankfully things seem to be working themselves out. Some times things just take a long time~ especially when you aren't turning over the right stones to find the problem.

      As for emotions from the cabin, for now some things are better left unexplored. I am not going to push for something that isn't ready to see the light of day, for fear of getting sun burnt.

      ( email me again, and we'll try to set up another chat date)
      oh and here you go.... ( the type of quirt we have)

  8. Can I just start off by saying how much I loved this post? You put your everything into this, and I could literally feel the different emotions while reading. I think it's incredible how real, honest, and raw it is.

    Seems you went through A LOT on this trip, and that the outcome is a good one. I'm glad you guys learned things and I love how you called it a SEXventure.


  9. Hi Kenzie! Welcome back.

    Thanks so much for the kind words. "Everything in this post?" ...yeah like everything but the kitchen sink! lol.

    Ah, yes the Sexventure....wish we had more of those *wink*