I had never seen her like this. I figured an admission would help. “Lisa, “ I said, “You are absolutely right. I need to change and let you know that you can depend on me.” If you find condoms or other forms of birth control that you do not use, then it could indicate that your partner is cheating. Or, they could be secretly keeping themselves from getting pregnant, if they don't want to try to get pregnant with you, especially if you decided to start trying. What to do if you think your wife is cheating

I just froze. I didn’t know what to do,” Eliza recalls. “He’s just shooting the breeze with my boyfriend, and my boyfriend is trying to just play it off and is holding a conversation like I’m not even there. So I just stayed down there, perfectly still, waiting for him to go. He talks for what seems like is eternity (probably only two minutes). Then I hear him say, ‘See ya later… you too Eliza.’ I thought I was going to die of embarrassment.” I heard her raise the paddle again as she resumed my punishment. This time it was forty strokes, slow and measured. Each one bringing an involuntary cry of pain from me as the paddle burned across my naked bottom. “I see I’m getting your attention,” she sarcastically commented as she laid a particularly hard stroke at the bottom of my cheeks. Is it respectful to sit here and keep denying what you are doing, arguing with me, when you know I am right? Debby and I were new to the DWC lifestyle and had never been to any kind of event. We were excited about attending Aunt Kay’s Weekend Husband Immersion Program but I was also quite nervous about it because I knew that Debby and Aunt Kay had been in communication already. I asked what was going on but Debby would just smile and say “you’ll see”. In a panic, I threw a blanket — or something — over my girlfriend, grabbed my pants and tried to pull them on as I headed for the door to keep it from opening. I got to the door with my pants just above my knees when the door opened,” he recalls. “Standing in the hall was this sweet young freshman girl with her parents bringing her to her new dorm room! The looks on their faces were priceless. I asked them to give us a few minutes — I mean, what choice did they have?” 3. Whipped cream surpriseYes, Ma’am. I was wrong. I was wrong to have argued with you about the deposit receipts, or about being grounded. And I should not have acted resentful today by being unfriendly to you all day.” You didn’t get grounded because of the bank receipts. You got grounded for being disrespectful and oppositional. And now, Steve, you have been brooding all day today. You have hardly spoken to me. I think it is called the “silent treatment.” Isn’t that so? Well, I know that not everyone is like me — or the people I serve through my capacity as a Madame. But it's equally obvious to me that there are many more out there who are like us, but don't feel supported or safe living their sexual truth openly and honestly. Unfortunately, American society demonizes sex-for-fun. (And believe me; it's fun!)

You always are looking to blame me, aren’t you? If the teller made a mistake, it wasn’t my fault. Every little thing that goes wrong in this world is not my fault.”I feel like I can be so coldly logical about things sometimes. I am not in love with Alex and I am not leaving my husband for him. Alex is not in love with me and he is not leaving his wife for me. Period. I thought there had to be someone out there who could have a conversation with me, who found me attractive, who was missing what I was. I started going on dates. This is something about the world of open sex and sexy, sex-positive people that I love above all else: Men and women alike are supportive, positive, and complimentary. Imagine my delight to be a forty-something housewife who hears, "Wow, your ass is a work of art!" I’ll stop when I’m good and ready,” she told me, “and for the next few days you’re going to think about why you got this whipping every time you sit down.” She gave me another thirty or so swats before she laid her paddle on the table and said, “that should be warm enough. Now I want you to get up and go in the bedroom. I’ll be in in a couple of minutes, and you know how I want you.”“Yes ma’am,” I replied standing up. “Tell me,” she demanded, wanting to hear it from me. After four years of full-time baby monitoring, I needed to work outside of the home. So I started a business as a fashion stylist, professionally advising men and women on wardrobe selection and management. I love to work, and thrived with each client interaction. I built my business while organizing carpools, attending doctors' appointments, room-parenting, play-dating, serving on a board or two, cleaning, dicing, pressing, and community-building. I was — and still am — an engaged, driven, and organized new-millennia mom, balancing a small business, a big social life, nurturing my marriage, and raising two small girls to be powerful, informed, curious, and free-thinking individuals.