When I began to practice the
lifestyle I determined that I would learn to appreciate what Dusty did. I learned to enjoy meatloaf, and joined him on his bicycle trips. But there was one thing I just couldn't bring myself to get interested in, Football. Now my Hubby isn't just a football fan, he's football crazy. Every Saturday I would be on my own while he watched his ballgame. Sometimes he would invite his buddies over to watch the game. Before I chose submis sion, This was a point of contention, I just couldn't understand what the big deal was, I wanted him to spend his Saturdays with me.When I became
I stopped fighting about football, but it still annoyed me and I just couldn't get into it. I'd sit there by him and try to understand the game, but soon I'd wander off. When his buddies came over I made sure they had snacks, but didn't join them to watch.One day as Dusty was about to go into the living room to watch the game I said, "Honey, I need your help, I've tried and tried, but I just can't seem to understand of enjoy football. I want to love what you do. Can you think of a way to help me?" Pretty good ei? Submitting my problem to my head. he said he would, then went into the living room for the game.
"Dearest Wendy (he's romantic like that) I have thought a lot about your request to help you learn football. I have come up with a solution. From now on you are to wear this outfit, withoutI knew he was up to something and my heart skipped a beat when he forbadeevery game day. When the game starts you will join me in the living room for the game. I will give you instruction for the rest of our game, on Saturday. Love always, Dusty. PS I've invited Bill, Jim and Frank over this Saturday for the game. Please call them and tell them I'll have to cancel."
. I was even more curious when he wanted me to uninvite all his friends.On Saturday morning I got up and dressed in the cheerleader outfit. It fit perfectly, although I noticed that the skirt didn't cover much. As we went about our morning I teased Dusty a but and he rewarded me with a few playful s w a t s that made it clear that the skirt wasn't long enough to offer any protection. When Lunch was over, he took my hand and guided me to the living room. I sat on the couch next to him as he turned on the TV. Then, to my surprise he pulled me over his knee into the
and lifted what little skirt I had."Honey, I begged, I haven't done anything wrong!" I whined.
gently. "I think what you need is some skin in the game. So from now on you will watch the games over my knee. I'll explain what is happening and reinforce it on your . If something is good for our team I'll rub your , back or feet." he said rubbing my rear end. "If something is bad, I'll 
it!" he said landing a hard slap on my nether region. "If we win I'll take you into the bedroom and give you some serious pleasure, if we looks you'll go into the bedroom for a real honest to goodness ."
, and vice versa for the massages.One thing I learned really quickly was that I didn't like it when the other team got a touchdown. While the other team celebrated, I cried under his pun ishing hand. However when we got a touchdown he'd use his fingers to make me feel really good! Fortunately, we won that game, and my celebration in the bedroom certainly rivaled that of the team players.
When we loose, Dusty orders me to our room and into the corner. I must stand there holding my skirt which is normally already rather sore, after all we don't loose without lots of things going badly. When he come in he sits on the foot of the bed and calls me out of the corner. I have to stand in front of him as he scolds me for the loss. He scolds me for every mistake our team makes. I'm normally so engaged in the game that I sob at his scolding and apologize as If I were the team. Then he takes me over his knee and gives me a sound 
, Just as if I myself had been 
.I spend the rest of the evening with my skirt pinned up and our team's loss glowing bright on my
for him to see. I'm glad Dusty has picked a pretty good team, I can't imagine if our team was a loosing team. We usually only loose a couple of games a year.up revealing my
My friends are baffled. They wonder how someone as opposed to football as me could suddenly become such an avid fan.
will fare.Ont time, a few years ago I was in the food court at the mall eating with some girlfriends when the TV reported that our Quarterback had been arrested for DUI. I was devastated, I knew he was the one who held the team together and I also knew that the 2nd string QB was no good. I was so upset I started angrily shouting, "How could you do that to us?" then dropped my head on the table crying right there in front of my friends an everyone. My friends were baffled at my strong reaction. "Come on Wendy, it's just a game! No need to get sooo upset!" they comforted.
"B-b-but without **** there's no way we'll win another game this season, and the season just started!" I wailed. No knowing what to do to calm me down the finally took me home. As soon as I got home I locked the door, closed the blinds then changed into my cheerleader outfit. I pinned my skirt up and spent the afternoon dreading the rest of the season. But it wasn't just the rest of the season I was worried about, I knew that tonight Dusty would impress on me the seriousness of this situation.
was definitely not over. 
with my nose in the corner, my was on fire! I desperately wanted to rub it, but I knew I was already in enough trouble, so I behaved. As I stood crying in time out I could hear the report. The QB was indeed in a heap of trouble, so was my team--and my poor
!When the report was finally over, Dusty ordered out of the corner and made me stand in front of him as he scolded me for the QB's bad behavior. Then he told me to get the strap and bring it to him. I hate the strap. I begged him not to use the strap on me, since I had not actually done anything wrong. "Please Hubby, You p u n i s h me for the team, not each player!" But even as I begged, I obeyed, knowing it would be worse if I didn't.
you with this tonight. But rather warn you. You'd better home that *** doesn't get kicked off the team or else I'm going to use this on you, do you understand? and If he does, you may as well expect a every week for the rest of the season, because I don't think we can pull off a win without ***" I nodded, much relieved, then bent back over his knee for the rest of my paddling.The next few days were miserable to me. I listened with dread to every news cast to see if he would get kicked off the team. Then on Friday, the coach held a press conference, and announced that *** was going to be tried for his crime and would be permanently removed from the team. I cried and cried that day. When Dusty came home I was completely
lying over the foot over the foot of the bed. the strap lying on my upturned .I was still sore from my strapping the next day during the game and each s w a t seemed to hurt worse. of course we lost the game--bad. And my
was reignited in the bedroom.The rest of the season was awful, we didn't win a single game, and I certainly lost big time. I was happy when we didn't even make it to the playoffs.
Then recruiting season started and I desperately begged the coach to get good QB. Dusty told me who his favorite pick was for the position. The day they announced the QB pick, I was so ecstatic! I changed into my cheerleader outfit and fixed Dusty's favorite supper. that night, we had a wonderful time in the bedroom.
The new QB was great and the next season we were undefeated, And I loved football again! That was the last truly bad year we've had.
