Shipping Snafu

We've been so busy with the nuptials here this last week that your Managing Editor let the UCTMW company credit card go unpaid which has created somewhat of a crisis. It seems our Western Correspondent, Miguel had ordered a replacement vat of his favorite lubricant and, as typical, put it on the company plastic.

But when it came time for shipment, Mon Dieu! The company that Miguel was relying on ran the card and.... well ... No cash, no slippery good times for the Western Correspondent. Maybe that explains why the WC has been a little miserly with his words this last week or so.

But hang in there, dude. Relief is on the way. A barrel of your favorite friction reliever is now in transit. No doubt you've got a little pent up demand. Direct the discharge properly and  you can help those firefighters quench those western forest fires!

The Deed is Done

Mistress and Slave returned to the UCTMW World HQ at around midnight last night, the accumulated weight of that Big Fat Celtic family wedding off of our load bearing shoulders.

Fortunately, there were no major social conflicts through a long and (ultimately) enjoyable evening. Despite my anxiety about thunderstorms interrupting an event that was staged outdoors, the dark clouds that loomed throughout the ceremony never opened on our little corner of the heartland last night, and Dad, who had lobbied unsuccessfully for a tent, could be safely dismissed as an old worry wart.

Maybe the deities do still smile on young love. Either that, or the Obama administration really does have a secret way to manage bad weather to its political advantage, as some Tea Partiers were muttering in the wake of Super storm Sandy last fall.

By the time a blazing sun had finally set, and the "Super Moon" was rising over a patio full of 20 and 30 somethings, incredulously dancing and singing along to 80's classics, it was clear the night was a great success - a nice mixture of an earnest tribute to the power of love and general silliness. It could even make a cynical old fart like your executive editor shed a tear.

As predicted, Mistress and our two daughters looked lovely and drew many comments of admiration. There were only a couple of old crones among the crowd who remained grumpy and distant, based on grievances now 20 years in the past.  They could easily be ignored. My grumpy mother made her appearance, and was surprisingly pleasant, though she headed for the exits not long after dinner was served. Maybe she had another engagement?

Once I got through my toast to the newlyweds, I was able to change from my sodden dress shirt and (finally) enjoy the comforts of the bar and a little Jameson.

Sunday starts with a sense of relief for the FOB, and, I am sure, for the newly weds.  Let's hope they enjoy the adventures ahead of them as much as Mistress and I have these last 20 years.

But of course, our adventures have many chapters ahead of us..... so, back to our regular programming.

15 Hours to Go...

Here in River City we have a big family wedding on deck this evening.

Seems like it's been years in the making, and Mistress and Slave have been counting the days and months until it's finally over.

It's the sort of event that can drag a whole group of people back into a swirling vortex of memories and  behaviors rooted in the past, and not all of them good. Like a mountain popping up out of the high desert, an event like this can create its own climate. So far its been mild and seasonable. But there is always the chance of a pop up thunderstorm or other hostile weather event. And there may even be some storm chasers on hand to record the event for posterity.

At a  casual gathering after the rehearsal dinner last night, I had one seemingly ancient woman remind me that I used to have a lot more hair, but that I look a lot better without the Fu Manchu mustache and sideburns I wore the last time she saw me. Who is this lady? Turns out she was the sister of my former mother-in-law from a marriage that ended more than 20 years ago.  One was tempted to ask..... why the fuck is she here, or even alive?

Then there was the former sister in law, looking 25 years older and barely recognizable who "greeted" me with the look that still said. "so here's the asshole who had the nerve to dump my sister!"

Mistress is handling the navigation of all my former in-laws with impressive aplomb. There are those who are now pleasant to her, and those who, after all these years, still pretend she is invisible. Thankfully, She is letting it roll off like the beautiful and secure Mistress she is.

And the cute Co-Eds were dressed to their head turning best last night, making us both proud. The older Co-Ed's boyfriend drove into town from upstate NY for the affair, which no doubt made her happy, while once again complicating sleeping arrangements here.

Of course, last night was just a taste of things to come this evening, at a wedding scheduled for the outdoors at a local park in some steamy start of the summer river valley heat.

I'd better get to polishing the details of my toast, and then head upstairs to tend to Mistress's clean shaven folds,  grateful that by 11 pm tonight this will all be over and we can retreat to the relative solitude of the UCTMW World HQ and get back to what we do best....

Spanking in the name of Jesus?

AS predicted, Mistress and Slave have been slogging through a stressful week following our return from our little beach getaway. Work has been demanding, and we've got the much anticipated wedding of my 2nd daughter come Saturday. More on that later this week.... but all the planning, organizing and angst over colliding families and sensibilities makes me recall why our wedding (the 2nd for both of us) organized as a last minute surprise for a select group of family and friends was much more enjoyable than this type of formal set piece.

The saddest part is that Slave had an unscheduled abstinence day yesterday, because I had to get up way to early to drive one of our Co-Ed's guest from across the pond to the airport.  By the time the day came to an end - following dinner here for my getting married daughter and her fiance, Slave was way to fried for any nookie.

Luckily, I'm anticipating getting lucky in just a few short minutes, before we kick it into high gear for another brutally scheduled day.

I did want to leave you with this piece I stumbled on about a couple in a "domestic discipline" relationship who have somehow connected it to a Christian lifestyle. Spanking for Jesus.

Sounds as if these folks are not too far afield from the discipline that Tammy "enjoys" over at All Mine, or that others in the sex blogosphere write about. But instead of lending an erotic charge to their efforts, somehow they've based their use of the spoon, hair brush or palm on some notion that a good Christian woman needs to submit to her husband, and that the husband is free to use those means necessary to enforce that submission. The blog entry I read makes it clear that for these folks, it's not about sex, foreplay, etc. It's just to show who's the boss.

Yuck.

Why do we have to introduce God and mandatory gender stereotypes into what might otherwise have some erotic fizzle? Plus it  seems to remove  the consensual notion of the whole arrangement, which in my mind turns good sexy fun into bad and cruel abuse.

They have a blog, linked in the article, where they purport to explain their lifestyle. Am I missing something here?