As I type this, sitting at the computer in the living room, overhead, in the playroom, I can hear spanking sounds. Very occasionally, I can here a female voice raised in protest after a particular flurry of whacking or sometimes, a male voice raised in admonition.
He Who Must Be Obeyed has a playdate tonight and I am having a quiet night in. This is possibly one of the strangest, but at the same time, the nicest things about our relationship. We are both happy for the other to have whichever playmates they choose, who often become good friends of the other. We discuss ‘dating’ and talk about our drinks and meetings with potential playmates. And then finally, when one of us plays with them in our home, if the other is in, typing blog entries, watching the news, tidying the living room, they will hear the occasional snatch of sound from above, only occasional because we live in an old house with good thick bricks! You certainly don’t get a moment-by-moment audio soundtrack!
We are lucky enough to have a nice playroom, so the playmate never feels constrained by the presence or HWMBO or I. The player takes over the top of the house, the quiet-night-iner stays below. The amusing thing is occasionally having date clashes and negotiating who gets the playroom. We even talk about ‘home’ and ‘away’ fixtures, if one of us is at a playmates house!
People often ask me if I get jealous of HWMBO’s playmates and he of mine. I think the answer to that is, quite honestly, no – because one of the major thrills that we both get is to know the other is having a good time. It doesn’t detract or lessen opportunities for each other – but it adds a piquant spice to the gumbo of our relationship.
There has only ever been one moment where I’ve panicked. It was with a new playmate of HWMBO’s – I’ll spare her blushes here – who was new to the scene and on being laid over his lap for the first time, promptly fainted, hitting the floor with a tremendous crash that shook the house. I ran to the bottom of the stairs, all kinds of things going through my head – but then, muffled by two doors, could hear HWMBO laughing and soothing, so I knew there was nothing seriously wrong – but I burned with curiosity to know what was happening!
It’s funny how, for me, even something as loud as spanking, can fade into the background. Just another night in Jessica’s house!
I often find that when I’m playing with the good Reverend Jenkins, we do make rather a lot of noise, but only because we’re having such a lovely, jolly old time.
I am a naughty girl and I just been caught impersonaiting HWMBO for which I am going to be severely punished.
(Dictated by HWMBO. Dictator being the operative word.)
Jessica, a remarkably healthy and refreshing attitude to life and partnership.
We could do with a lot more such thinking.
Warm hugs,
Paul.
About to rupture myself laughing at Scarlett.
I still get jealous now and then, which is absurd and silly and not at all cool. Or even fair! But it’s getting better. I really look up to you and HWMBO, and the other brilliant couples on the scene who negotiate their playtime and partners so smoothly, generously, and brilliantly. It’s done a lot to change my early insecurities!
Bwahaha – I hope you got all you deserved, young Scarlett!
Silly Scarlett.
I cannot help chuckling as well. And I am not sure at all I could handle the jealousy part if I were in your position – kudos to you!