Domestic Discipline – All Walks of Life

I’ve had questions about why I use domestic discipline as a center for the relationships in the Missoula Smokejumpers series. For those who don’t know what this means – one person is in charge of the household. In my case, the man in the relationship. There are rules for the woman to follow and consequences if she doesn’t, such as various forms of punishment. Spanking is often used as both a deterrent and punishment for infractions. However, they enjoy love and heightened passion, have careers and families. This isn’t unlike any other more vanilla style aspect of relationships – we worry and frustrate, argue with our mates, long for an easier life and yes sometimes contemplate divorce or leaving our partner. It’s a fact of life – a sad one at The belt sayingtimes but it is. Modern society has changed us as humans and as partners and we expect things in our marriages that are entirely different than what perhaps those did in the fifties.

There are all kinds of movements from people longing to go back to a 1950’s household to those trying D/s for the first time – a longing they’ve had that only a few of us have the courage to admit. Some embrace easily and totally while other couples falter because of their respective pasts, demons living inside or perhaps the fear that so many of us have about being labeled “weird”. Well for so many who practice alternative forms of lifestyles, they are not weird. They are finally being themselves. Now don’t get me wrong, in the world of some kink or discipline style or whatever label you want to put on it, I’m a bit more vanilla and my DH and I don’t practice. I think he would honestly cringe given he does when I describe certain books. I simply respect the lifestyle as I pen stories about relationships. I’ve talked to many couples who have made the HUGE change and they tell me that the decision takes time, communication and fortitude. That’s why I give people who do embrace, go through all the trials and tribulations of admitting their needs and finally find the courage to do so huge kudos. BUT what I can tell you from all my communication and reading, talking to people, and spending time with others who truly allow me into their life – every relationship is different. There is no cookie cutter. There is no perfect methodology and there is no true and tried way to make it all work. In other words, alternative relationships are just as fucked up at times as vanilla ones.

So that being said, we all have demons and pasts we wish to forget. Some of us have anger management issues based on fear or trepidation about being the head hauncho. Some of us were in relationships we felt we were suffocating from and reach out to touch another human being. That can make for strife, additional arguments and tough times. Only through serious soul searching and very open communication can couples get through the tough times. This no doubt sounds like your relationship. Right? That’s why showing the various sides in the smokejumper books is so important to me. Love is tough. You really have to give all of your heart and soul to make it work. Does the power exchange really work? Do punishments provide peace in the household? Well, the answer can be a resounding ‘yes’, but this still takes work.

In talking with so many men who are the HOH (Head of Household) they are indeed afraid sometimes of hurting their wives – both physically and emotionally. They are terrified to let go and give them the punishment they’ve both talked about because of their personalities or a past that has them stymied about letting go. For the wife, and one who’s had a difficult past in whatever way herself, she knows she will have obedience issues. She realizes she’s in a position where she has to let herself go, freely communicating with her husband about her inner fears and concerns. And you know what? Sometimes they fail. A lot of times they fail. But is either going back to the old ways or worrying or crying over not being good enough failing? NO. It’s not. I’ve often written about any of these lifestyles being a journey and as such there are missteps along the way. There are times of inadequacy and worry, terror so gripping you push back hard and you argue more. At times couples will step away from the new lifestyle and go back to the old ways, only to realize they truly want to embrace the change. So, they try again, and again if necessary. We are all different and human – no cookie cutter here.

Why is it some think those who embrace a DD lifestyle don’t have a real relationship? Why do some think they haven’t had difficult or abusive pasts just like half or more of us? Hmmm… Show me a perfect past and I’ll show you a liar. Truly. We all have horrors we only sometimes share with those we trust completely. We all wish we were better people or pray to GOD we could go back and change something in the past. We all have foibles. Don’t we? People who go into this lifestyle are amazing in my mind, but they have to work through all those demons to get to a better place. And they fall and the pick themselves back up again.

In the smokejumpers books, the men all have secrets, reasons why they were drawn to the dangerous profession of smokejumping. The heroines are much the same, whether He Owns Me sayingtargeted by an abusive ex or running away from a horrific past. They find each other and through intimate conversations, respect and learning to trust, they secure the greatest joy of their lives – each other. Passion. Still, they harbor fears that the person they are inside will destroy their new love, the life they’ve created.  Hmm… Sound like any one of us? Let me think here. They had to open up lest they lose what they fought so hard to keep. Do you see yourselves in any of these worries and fears? I think we all can easily.

I’ve also often said do NOT label anyone. We are all different so every relationship in turn is as well. What I can tell you is that every one of us longs for love, acceptance, passion, vindication and the ultimate in finding the perfect mate – IF there is one out there. Just remember the next time you happen upon a couple who is trying something different and opening up the old wounds – do NOT judge them lest you be judged. Even if they are merely characters in a book.

Have a great day and thank you to all my readers…

Piper

Don’t forget that Scorch, Missoula Smokejumpers Book Six is HOT off the presses. Read about Sawyer, my gentle giant. His story just might melt your very soul.

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Scorch – Missoula Smokejumpers Book Six

Well, you know I have to promote my upcoming work sometime. In case you don’t know the series, it’s about the lives and loves of seven heroes – smokejumpers from Missoula Montana. A lot of research went into the project, including about the profession and the amazing city. I’ve been thrilled to highlight seven powerful, dominating men who just might take your breath away. Coming April 20th…

SCORCH

Whoosh! Boom!

“Holy Christ. The fucker is burning hot.”

Sawyer Lincoln wiped soot from his face and panted as he turned in a full circle, studying the swaying trees. The one hundred and fifty foot tall pines were blowing in the wind as flames jumped from tree to tree, creating shooting embers. Ash rained down like graying flecks of snow, blanketing the entire area. “Boone. Get back here!” Boone Martin Scorch_500x755was his best friend and they were required to stick together, creating control lines on the right flank of the massive fire.

“We have some issues over here,” Boone called back, his voice muffled by the wind and swirling smoke.

“Call it in,” Sawyer could barely hear his voice. Growing concerned, he hopped over various limbs already cut by the other smokejumpers, trying to focus as the air became difficult to breathe. Within seconds, he could tell the reason for Boone’s mesmerizing gaze. The fire that had been thought to be contained had been ignited by a series of falling trees, flames licking up the mountainside. “Boone. Call it in!”

Boone shifted sideways and grabbed for the radio. “Giovanni. Sheffield. On the West side. Need your attention. You should set up a burnout.”

“Copy that,” Antonio Giovanni called back within seconds, the voice pattern scattered.

They were all exhausted after almost six continuous hours.

Sawyer could swear he heard a distinct sound, one unlike any aspect of controlling the fire. Turning, he glanced toward the edge of a cliff, the area leading down to a pasture. They were trying desperately to turn the fire away from the hallowed grounds, hundreds of acres of free range. While the grasses weren’t to the brittle stage yet, any firebrands could potentially set off a cataclysmic reaction, the large embers creating a fire devil, the whirlwind of fire all consuming. There were too many ranches within a few miles, let alone the wild horses.

“The Rattlesnakes had damn well better be on the East side or I am kicking their mother fuckin’ ass myself,” Boone huffed and headed in Sawyer’s direction, stopping short when they both heard a noise.

Crack! Boom!

“Shit!” Boone jumped back as two massive tree tops tumbled down, the hard thudding vibrating the ground.

Reaching out, Sawyer grabbed his arm, yanking him out of harm’s way. “What’s with you today? Trying to get yourself killed?” The Rattlesnakes. The larger smokejumping crew had also been called out, but they hadn’t seen them in any manner, including help from overhead planes. Dear God, they could use the airborne fire retardant about now.

“I’m fine.” Boone gave him a nasty look.

He was well aware Boone had been embroiled in an argument with the other smokejumping team and the Rattlesnakes weren’t the kind of firefighters to take any shit. “Right. You’re like a damn bull in a china shop today. We need to finish these control lines. I’d like to get out of here at some point.”

“Yeah. Yeah.” Boone waved him off but tugged his ax from his belt, grumbling as he moved closer to the wide ditch.

After waiting until his buddy was in position, Sawyer swung his ax, the sharp blade cutting through the rocky terrain, stumps and snagging underbrush. They were being followed by Garcia Puevos and Zane Grey, using picks to cutaway the dirt. Shit. He could barely see anything in front of him. After taking another swing, he noticed four members of the team racing toward the flames. Thank God, two groups of firefighters were on the ridge, shooting lake water in an effort to squelch the embers. They had to get the damn thing contained.

They worked side by side for several minutes until the same sound drew Sawyer’s attention again. Rubbing his arm across his brow, he could swear he heard the whinnying of horses and hadn’t realized he was walking toward the craggy edge of the cliff until he heard Boone’s voice.

“Would you look at this shit?” Boone pointed just as two flares popped over their heads.

Whoosh!

Scanning the sky, he watched until the fire sticks were out of sight, cringing the moment he heard a mild explosion. Both Landen Weaver and Stoker Hansen were excellent achieving their intended target. Everyone was working in precision today. “What are you talking about?” He took long strides, realizing Boone had moved out of position once again.

“Loggers. This is a protected area. What the hell are they doing here?” Boone pointed.

After closing the distance, he studied the slash, debris left by a careless crew. Either that or one that had been discovered doing illegal activity. Damn the bastards. They had enough shit to deal with. This would only add extra hours that they didn’t need. “We need to get this out of here. More fuel.” He flicked on his radio. “Giovanni. Need a clean-up crew.” He knew that Antonio was doing his best staying in control of the eight other men on the Jackal team, but something had changed in him, as if he no longer wanted the gig.

“Washington, Frost. Head to the West side,” Giovanni instructed.

“God damn. This is going to take us hours,” Boone noted.

“We’re going to need to burn every bit of debris.”

“Yeah. Might as well get going.”

The smoke continued to swirl, creating pockets of blackness but they could both feel steam as water was pumped from the ridge. They were finally making some headway.

“What do you guys have?” Moose Washington swung around the corner, Steel Frost at his heels.

“Slash from a bunch of loggers,” Boone answered.

“Let’s get it out of the way,” Moose huffed and swung into action, using his muscular torso to grab a load of limbs and sticks.

Sawyer continued with the ax, cutting through lower limbs, making a wide berth.

Whhhaa!

The sound carried this time, somehow cutting through the foggy haze. He knew the sound damn well given his ranch and the horses he’d hand selected over the last few years. Trotting toward the edge, he peered down at the ravine. A massive group of mustangs were racing across the terrain, heading to safety, their long manes dancing in the wind, their hooves kicking up dust as they raced toward the protection of the river.

Sawyer found himself getting as close to the edge as possible. His heart was racing, his breath skipping, and it had nothing to do with the fire.

Standing just in front of the herd was a beautiful wild mustang. Almost pure white, his mane somehow glowed in the smoky late afternoon sun. From where Sawyer stood, he could swear there wasn’t a single mark on the beautiful steed. Just pure white. Yet the Mustang’s eyes were penetrating, as if looking into Sawyer’s very soul.

What do you think? He’s my gentle Dom, a kind hearted soul with a penchant for danger. 

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Have a great Sunday.

Piper

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