Tuesday, June 9, 2015

Magic Tricks

I love magic tricks. Watching the magician walk on the stage in full control even if acts like he isn’t. He will display the trick and explain to the audience how he is going to make the card disappear then he asks for someone from the audience to examine the cards, confirm that they seem normal and then shuffles the cards to make sure they weren’t in order.

Now the magician will take the deck of cards and ask a person to pick a card out of the deck show it to everyone and place it in a box and lock it with the lock next to the box then does it again to a second person and tells him to put his card in his pocket. This is the first of three parts of a magic trick called the pledge.

The magician asks for the only key opens the box and the second person’s card is in there. This is the second part of the magic trick called the turn.

The third part of the magic trick called the prestige this is where he has to make what disappeared reappear. In this example the first man’s card now is in the second man’s pocket thus completing the trick.

I will always remember this magic trick that I did at my parents' house. It went something like this.

First step the pledge. One holiday the family was all together having a good time walking down memory lane talking about the dumb things we use to do. Laughing at things we did together or told stories of what happened to us in our daily lives. You get the idea. Until my father walks in…

Second step, the turn. My dad comes in and he is very opinionated this holiday and starts to agitate Bobbie as he always does to the daughter in laws from time to time. Bobbie blows up like a rocket and started to get even more agitated with my dad (not good) so I started to prepare for my all elusive magic trick.

My dad seeing that he got the response he wanted, he started to dig a little bit more then Bobbie started to raise her voice and my older brother sitting next to her shifted away from her while looking at her with big eyes like she grew an extra head.

Third step, the prestige. Just before all hell broke out I calmly called Bobbie's name looking at her we locked eyes and the bubbling pot went from boiling to simmering to tranquility the conversation drifted to other topics then it was time for supper. I was at the end of the line and my older brother was behind me and he said "How did you do that?"

"Do what? I didn't do anything" smiling

"How did you get Bobbie to shut up that fast and I would love to do that to my wife Pattie. You impressed me little brother"

I laughed and told him I don't think I could teach him because I really didn't do anything.

I am sure my very smart readers are saying I know how you did that or some may even say that's not a trick and you both are right. I really didn't do anything magical but we spent many hours of communication, practicing, rehearsing and refining our rolls in our DD relationship and making this a more happy marriage for the two of us now that my good readers is magical.



Monday, June 1, 2015

Been a long time

I was just going through some of my files and other spanking paraphilia and decided to look at my old blog and chuckled to myself reading what I had said and how I had dreams of a huge following and having a lot to say about our DD lifestyle.

The last post was way back in December. Six months ago. That's a long time in the blogging world almost like an eternity and pondered what the hell Bobbie and I have been doing to stay away from writing about our journey in DD land.

Earlier today we were sitting outside and we were reminiscing about how far we have come and the  turn of events that has taken us on a different path more so than we ever thought possible and yet in the same breath we have been doing nothing new with DD.

Oh sure we still have our guidelines in place and we are amicable to each other and surprise, surprise I still find reasons to spank her. It has become a part of us almost like a second skin like we don't have to think about it we just do it if that makes any sense.

Walter, Bobbies dad is still with us and he takes up most of our time and it has tested our sanity on more than one occasion. Bobbie still dos a lot for her dad and tries to be Super Daughter and well she just doesn't jump high enough any more to hurdle those tall buildings. She almost makes it but just gets tangled on the top and falls and I am there to catch her as she is plummeting down to earth. I become her fluff pillow to soften the fall so she can dust herself off and do it again.

This frail man never ceases to amaze me. How one man can teach us so much. Not about what he can do but what he can't do. The man holds his head high in dignity in spite of all the things he has against him. Indirectly he has taught us that no matter what is going on in our lives we can face them together because when your with the one you love there is no reason to face any thing alone and once again I thank him for that.

Although for the time being I have been absent from my blog, Bobbie and I have shifted our time to a chat room and are moderators in "A Domestic Discipline Society chat room". We and a handful of other people have helped that room grow to one of the most active chat rooms that I know of. We have Monday Night Topics where we discuss various topics of how DD effects our lives. Tuesday night is block party night were you can just let your hair down and have fun talking to like minded people and every other Thursday we have a tih and HOH chat in separate rooms where each set can chat what is going on in their DD lives.

Just recently Bobbie and I acquired a DD forum that was called Joannie and Friends but we changed the name to CurleyBob and Friends. This is the place we call home and where we grew u. There are many great teachers there that have taught Bobbie so much about this lifestyle and every day I silently say thank all of them.

How this new adventure will pan out no one knows but when I heard the doors might be closing because the owner didn't have enough time to tend to it I couldn't let it just close. So we offered to take it over and she graciously gave it to us to try and revive it. 

So my people (me) have been talking to the admin staff people to fix some problems the forum has had and most of them have been fixed and soon I will be opening the doors to the public.

If you want to know more about it please click on the link in the upper right hand corner and read the little bio about the place. 

Back to the story that I started I found a stash of spanking pictures it was like I hit the lottery. I forgotten that I even had them and I decided to go through them and get rid of the ones I didn't want. After a couple of hours of intense looking I only gotten rid of a few of the pictures.

Bobbie the smart woman that she is noticed that I was looking at spanking pictures and remembered the last time I did that she was involved in a spanking marathon with her being the star of the show was checking up on me every so often.

She came in with a glass of water watching me rub my eyes from the intense gazing of the pictures set the glass down and started to rub my neck and voicing her opion and it went something like this.

"Hate it, the girls butt is better looking than mine, hate it, the guy is ugly, hate it" then with enthusiasm she said "I like that one"

"That's because she is getting a foot massage and how did that picture get in there" so I deleted it

"So Bob how many pictures have you gotten rid of so far?"

My back straighten up more into her hands because she was missing a spot and said "what difference does it make how many I got rid of?"

When Bobbie heard that, like any carnivore animal smelling blood  went for the kill and stopped rubbing my back "tell me and then I will continue scratching your back" what was I to do I am only human with certain needs after all.

So I told her and then the snickering and giggling began while she began to hug me "Is that all you got rid of? Only 200 pictures out of what 2,000, 20,000 pictures O My Gwad and you talk about me and my books"

I looked her straight in the eyes "Are you daft woman? 20,000 pictures? Let me clue you in little missy if I had that many pictures my hard drive would be full and just to let you know it's only half full so there" 

Still laughing and snorting she whispered in my ear "If you....stop looking....and do that to....... I would be a happy wife"

Although I didn't hear all she said I got the jest of it so this is where this little post is going to end I have to find a paddle to teach my errant wife a lesson that I hope she will soon forget and do it again lol.