Would you care for a twizzler?

It is truly unfortunate and a tad bit embarrassing here on only my second entry to admit to an error in judgment. I am not one to usual miss any of the details at bedtime, but last night I just crawled into bed and didn't think twice about it. I was so tired.
That might not sound like a big deal but before entering my Masters bed I kneel beside Him in a condition satisfying his specifications, which isn't very concealing on my part. This is a nightly routine and one I realize is used in many D/s relationships. I like it very much. It is a ritual in which my Master brings me into His bed and reinforces His desire to have me there.
It has been a long week, but I have in no way conveyed to Him that I am particularly tired and maybe in need of some extra rest. This is also unacceptable. Two demerits for me.
My Master said nothing of this last night. He allowed me to curl up next to him and fall asleep. That was incredibly considerate of him. This morning, however, I realized what I did and I was very disappointed in myself.
When I served Him His coffee, I waited a few minutes for him to wake up while I rubbed His back. Once I was sure He was ready to talk to me, I confessed that I was truly sorry for my transgressions. He told me he understood that I was tired and got out of bed. My Master proceeded to have me lift my skirt. The children were awake and watching television in the living room, but Master felt this needed to be addressed immediately.
Do you like twizzlers? I do, sometimes. The cherry twists are particularly tasty. However, candy treats in the morning was not on the agenda. Much quieter than most bottom warming implements, it has a sting to it that when delivered just so on a bare bottom can have a lasting impression.
In situations like these, my silence is an absolute. My Master was sure to pause in between each slap of the twizzler to allow me time to fully embrace each sting and then prepare for the next. It was a most needed correction and I shall not soon forget my duties at bedtime. I am thankful to my Master for his guidance and direction.
Twizzler anyone?

Obeisant opportunity

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The relationship with my Dominant has been a long standing one. He has always been the head of our household, but over the years our relationship has grown and I have had the opportunity to prove my devotion and submit to my true nature, as His submissive wife.
Slowly the union between Him and myself developed into a domestic discipline style relationship. It was very rewarding to both of us for several years. Yet, I kept finding myself longing for more. I was and still am completely devoted to Him and one evening about a year ago, I confessed these feelings and asked Him for guidance.
With great compassion and understanding He slowly increased the intensity of our dynamics, gradually leading me into my new role. It wasn't until I declared myself as his obeisant servant (obeisant means ready to serve) that I was collared and vowed to serve Him for as long as He sees fit. He is more than my husband, more than my hoh, he is my Master and protector. He takes great care to see that my needs are met and to help me with my ultimate goal of perfecting my service to Him, in a lady-like fashion.
The collar he bestowed on me is worn at all times. It is a simple choker style necklace that reminds me of my position within our relationship. Master has graciously bestowed the gift of motherhood on His servant and each day that I perform my motherly duties I am reminded of His love and generosity. He is a most loving Dominant.
This blog is a place for reflection of the lessons I learn and hopefully a place where I can exchange comments with other readers as a way to further extend the learning process.  As required by my Master, my conduct here will be lady-like, but will yet allow me to express and review my thoughts and actions in a creative way.