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"My mom had no lucky on her two first marriages. When she met Pete I knew that everything would be different. He was strict and loving. Years later, when I found the right strict and loving man for myself, he turned out to be a fraud. But life was reserving me a full life in Domestic Discipline with someone I would never expect. "
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Seeking for Domestic Discipline
To all the submssive women who seeks for a loving HOH.BookRix GmbH & Co. KG81371 MunichI always wanted it
I always wanted it
I´m worried about my relationship. After more than five years of marriage I still do not feel as happy as I possibly could. David just left for work and won´t be at home till after 6. I´m all by myself inside the house, kids at school. I got all the time in the world. During my lonely breakfast this morning, I was reminding my childhood and the way things were that time. It seems so far and so close at the same time. Maybe I could find in my childhood all the answers I needed to get happiness back.
My mother married three times. I never met her first husband Jake, father of my older sister Lynn. When she was 7, he left. Just left, no explanations. Vanished for good. She never talks about it at all. All Lynn has as a memory of her daddy are three pictures of him. No one of them with both of them or the three of them... Always alone. Jake left my mom in a difficult situation. She did not have a job at the time and had to find something to do in order to feed Lynn. She got a job as a waitress down the lane, near the road. Fast coffees and burgers to truck drivers, that was all. It was there that she knew her to be future husband and my future to be fathering Andrew. He had a good job: state police bus driver. Sometimes (or most of the time) he was in charge to transport prisoners from town to town, jail to jail, jail to court, court back to jail and so on. Andrew had a nice life. He had a good job, lived with his mother, had no compromises with anyone, but with the buzz. My mother was the one who made the first move. She suspected about his drinking problem but she was in love with him (or desperate to have a man around to help her with her kid) since the first time he ordered a cup of coffee with donuts. She was 33 at the time and still good looking and, you know, one thing takes to another. They became friends, dated and she got what she wanted: to get pregnant. Of me. He left his mom to live with mine, get a family, raise some kids, etc, etc, etc.
When I was born, Lynn was 11 and I guess she did not accept my entrance on their lives as she should. Anyway, we were never close. Maybe because our major differences: different fathers and different ages. Just these two reasons were enough to keep us apart. I never had a reason to hate her and I still don´t. I love my sister. About her feelings concerning me, you will have to ask her.
The true about my father is that he also was a looser. He never cared for his family, never was really there. I have no recollection of him taking me to school or to a hospital or even to a ball game or to the park. He was never at home. Always working, according to him. Mom never believed he could work that much. She decided to get rid of him when she started to hear some gossips about his behavior. Small town, bad news run fast. Some said he had another woman, others said he had another family. There was who bet he was gay. My mom always says that where there is smoke it must have a fire somewhere, so she decided to get him back to his mom´s. She never liked us anyway the old bitch.
It seems that mom was not lucky with her men. In both cases, they just ignored they had daughters with her. And there she was alone again. I clearly remember (in fact this is my first vivid memoir) that one day she came over our room and said to us:
- Don´t worry girls, we will be fine. From now on, it will be just the three of us. No more men in this house.
Her promise didn´t last long. In less than one year she got married again. This time it seemed serious. Pete was a priest. He came to town designed by his church to take place of an old and retired priest of his church. It did not take long till he met my mom. They really fell in love, the prove is that they are still together and in love (at least is what it looks like).
When my mom first introduced us to Pete, I really felt that our lives were about to change for better. He was nice, educated, caring and loving. A great guy to be called “dad”. In just a few months he did for us (my sister and I) all we never had form our respective fathers. Ball games, park, ice creams, barbecues. He was a fine guy and got the respect from all around him in just no time. Not only people on his church, but the entire neighborhood liked the guy. He cared for us as much he did for our mother. It was about time to get a man around, finally.
One night, he brings her home and I woke up with their laughs in the kitchen. They started to talk and I got curious about it. Slowly and softly I got up from bed and left the room in order to hear better what they were talking about. They never knew I did.
- Donna, I have something to talk to you.
- Ok, I´m listening.
- I want you to be my wife. I want to take care of you and the girls for good. I want it really bad.
- I couldn´t be more proud having you as their dad.
- I know but...
- But? But what?
- You know, I´m a priest I have responsibilities. I have to be the example. There are some rules in my life and there should be some rules on your life and the girls too. You may be not familiarized with it. But if we are going to be a family, rules will have to be set on this house.
- Well tell me what you want to tell me Pete.
- Have you ever heard about Domestic Discipline?
- No.
- I should know. I will get you some books about it and you will learn all about it. It’s about wife’s submission.
- Pete, I’m an independent woman with two girls to raise. I have no time for that kind of fetish.
- It’s not a fetish, it’s a lifestyle. Most couples in our church live this lifestyle and we must too after marriage.
- How come I never heard about it?
- Because we live it conspicuously. There’s no need to talk about it. The important thing is to live it in a compromised way. You will understand it reading the books I will bring to you.
- OK. Tell me some rules just for starters.
- But some of my rules that you must follow from now on are: no more pants, just skirts; no more make up to go out; time to leave and to return the house; I will choose and authorize your cloth, including intimate ones. Extensive for the girls.
- Are you some kind of freak?
- Of course not. You see, you both marriages did not work out. Have you never asked yourself why? Domestic Discipline is a lifestyle designed to save and keep any marriage happy and pleasuring.
- Tell me more. This is all new for me.
- You and the girls. You will be subject of it in order to show them and spread them the good example.
- I see.
- And after we get married, no more job for you. I want you at home with the girls. You will have a man to take care of your family and to love you. But I need your commitment and your obedience. I need you to do that for me.
Mom started to cry. It was quite a change in our lives. At least I thought it was.
