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The week was too fast. I couldn’t keep writing the articles.

In terms of me personally

I may have had my successes every day. But I was partly overburdened.

The week ended with me hardly being able to sleep at night. During the day there was more going on than my head could handle before sleep. And so the head did it at night instead.

In the end, I pulled the emergency brake at various points. I decided to pull some brakes on my life. At least temporarily. I started to drink chamomile tea in the evening instead of a glass of martini. I began to set stronger boundaries for the children, stronger boundaries for the customers. I began again to teach the children more about the all-round benefits of loving and considerate interaction with each other and began to lead the way myself stronger. But I also forbade my youngest for a few days to come to me at night to cuddle. I stopped writing the notes that would become the basis of the series of articles.

In other words: this week was perhaps partly typical. But still clearly too intense. I’m not 16 anymore either. And some things went wrong. To correct this I needed for example the time it took to write notes.

With regard to the articles

I had the plan to simply write down informally without preparing the content. I realized that this was not practical.

A few things got lost in the speed with which I wrote the notes. Among other things the consensus in the house and with my lady.

For example, if I write in the subordinate clause that I pulled my lady on my cock while she was still tied up lying next to me, we are talking about a process in which my lady in 100% of all samples is so wet after a few minutes in the crotch that I am virtually pulled into her when I start to penetrate.

My lady recently sent me an article in which a women’s page illuminates the topic “Christian Domestic Discipline”. The writers of the article generally doubted that a real consensus existed. The article writer also argued that there is often a sexual component to Christian Domestic Discipline. And that was the real consensus. I do not want to discuss Christian Domestic Discipline here. But in reflecting on it, it became clear to us once again that THIS is what we have here.

(By the way: I deliberately do not want to open the door to a discussion of aspects of the Christian Domestic Discipline here. We are in the SM-orientated DD . That’s the point).

If I write about children as well as of my lady, the following also applies: children only see a tender couple. A couple that is tender, gives tenderness and preaches loving and considerate interaction.

What we do when they are asleep is far beyond their imagination of us. Because they could not understand the consensus. They understand the loving couple. And that’s where it has to stay. What we do belongs apart from the kids. No exceptions, no excuses.

And this is not only our task, but I would like to give SM-people, who are reading this, not even the chance of any other semmingly model. Part of my overload this week was to keep all the balls, including children, running in high quality. And when I was getting more and more tired, it was my job to make sure that it works again.

One week Head of Home with six kids – Thursday

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6:00: I wake up. Paradise!?? I slept through it!?? Wow. No kid next to us. That’s rare. I put my still tied lady’s head on my dick, then penetrate her. I unchain her, ask for a phone and coffee. Afterwards cuddling (her in my lap, me reading, drinking coffee).

06:50: Wake up my oldest. Showers. Prepare children (let them prepare).

07:50: I take my children to the facilities, my lady takes her children.

8:15: home. Fill the washing machine. Clear the floor. Run vacuum cleaner robot.

08:30: my lady comes back from taking her children away. I am happy to see her. Take her into the living room by the collar. Ask her to pick out a cane for me to beat her with. She comes back with a cane. Takes off the shoes that I still have on. I take her to the couch. Maintenance.

08:50: I’m sitting in a nearby coffee shop. Preparing our financial plan for 2020.

12:00: Phone call to one of the big clients.

13:15: home. Conversations with the children present, cuddling. Homework. Work.

15:00: more children arrive. I have to go out to see a potential client again. Leave the house.

15:45: emergency call from the housekeeper: one of my lady’s children does not want to follow her home from the care. I ask her to call the mother. Another 10min later I leave the appointment on another call of her and go to the care facility.

16:10: in the car I receive the call of the housekeeper: the child now follows her voluntarily. I did not have to come anymore. Great. I call the customer’s contact person and continue with the phone call. Work. Kids play great. Admire children now and then. Handing out painting templates.

18:00: Dinner, reading bed stories, putting children to bed.

19:45: Wow. All children are in bed. Sit in the armchair, let my lady bring the laptop and the leash. She also gets her work laptop, sits down next to me. I write the notes of the two days.

One week Head of Home with six kids – Wednesday

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03:00: my smallest one comes to me and cuddles. He would like me to turn to him and cuddle on. We have discussions about the fact that we have to sleep. While I would have to sleep. Thinking about finances gets me thinking. In the end, I can’t really sleep anymore.

06:00: wake my lady, pull her on my dick, have her bring me coffee. Tiiiired.

06:45: get out of bed, wake up my oldest. Great. The kids took powdered sugar into the kids’ rooms, made a mess of it. Get a vacuum cleaner, ask one of the causers to clean it up. He does it!? Shower. The littlest of my lady asks me if I could bring him today. I promise to see if that’s possible. Background: if all the children are done early enough, I can actually bring them all right now. My lady can then start work earlier. Once again I explain to all the children – one by one and in peace and quiet – that they have to listen to the new housekeeper, otherwise it won’t be nice here. We would really have to send children who do nonsense, with jacket outside in the sandbox or something similar. The children seem to understand.

07:40: I am ready to go!? All children are dressed and in the car. That’s soon enough that I can just do all the kids in one tour. Cool 😊.

Afterwards disillusionment: the smallest of my lady cries, he wants to be brought by mummy. Cries.

Darn it. I can’t change that anymore.

We go. Two minutes later he’s fine. I ask him, I’m sorry that he was so sad – but how that has to do with the fact that he wanted to be brought by me before. He explains that he did not mean that I would bring him. He asked Mum when he asked.

Well great 😊 . No way. We discussed this differently 😊. Well. Adjust the crown, continue.

07:45: Dumping my oldest in front of his school. It’s noticeable that the kids don’t do nonsense anymore compared to yesterday. So it is going really well again!

07:55: Unloading my oldest lady in front of her school.

08:00: Unloading some of the children in the first childcare

08:15: Unloading the other part of the children in the second childcare

08:25: Picking out a thick pile of medical invoices and reminders. Sort which reminder belongs to which invoice. Transfer per transaction according to the last letter. Scan the first letter (invoice) and forward it to the insurance company. File everything.

10:00: Working; by the way, messages from my lady, she longs for the cane.

13:00: first my oldest, then the oldest of my lady from school comes again. Today is going really well? Inner jubilation: the children themselves have understood that it will not work like yesterday! It has worked until here without further pressure to get back to normal mode?? Cool.

14:00: Lunch

16:00: the next children come out of the care; take children, talk to them, give them some painting templates. Work. Generally happy about the great children. Admire works of children now and then.

17:50: my lady comes back. A short time later there is dinner. Hardly a child does nonsense. Nice food, reading history, sleeping, cuddling. Conversation with the combat cuddler from last night: he is dead tired. Because he slept as little at night as I did. He’s welcome to come to my place. But we both have to be able to sleep. A 10-minute discussion.

20:20: before I go to my eldest – still in the tour to cuddle with all the children – instruction to my lady: I would like you to kneel naked in the playroom when I come back. Waiting with wrist lifting restraints. And please with candles. Cuddle with my oldest.

20:35: finished with my eldest. Entering game room. Hanging my lady with spread arms. I give her the view. Beat her with a barbed-wire whip so that she’s constant between whining and crying. Then beat her 100 times with a bullwhip. Hang her up, ask her to kneel before me. Place me in an armchair. Ask her to take off my socks. She does. Ask her to kiss my feet. She does. After a while, I ask her to satisfy me. She sinks completely into the role of the waitress. Don’t think about it. It’s downright reverent in the act of gratification. I take her into the bedroom, chain her up.

22:00: I go back to my eldest. He’s not asleep yet. I’m going to lie down next to him for a little while. He’ll be close to sleeping in a few minutes. At this point I better go back to my chained lady and lie down next to her. Sleeping.

One week Head of Home with six kids – Tuesday

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5:30am: my youngest crawls into bed with me. Cuddles. I cuddle him into me – actually want to sleep on. He continues. He gives me swings. As I am lying to my lady, he actually wakes us both. At some point I tell him that I would like to cuddle up with him, but that sleep is the order now. He can’t wake us up.

I go to the toilet first so that his cuddling is interrupted and he can hopefully fall asleep. I notice it’s already half past five.

6:00am: my lady’s second youngest comes to bed with us. Slowly the children wake each other up. Insanely loving cuddling around us among all the boys, from the boys to us and from me. Before it gets too active – the room is still dark – I grab the key and unlock my lady.

6:15am: in a mixture of the children realizing that they cannot go on flirting in their parents’ bedroom at night forever without parents getting angry and the fact that they actually want to get out of bed themselves, they get up.

I pull my lady on my dick. Ask her to bring me my cell phone and a coffee fast.

Cuddling, getting satisfied and reading from my phone.

6:50am: wake up my eldest. See what the little ones are doing. Tell them that in about 40 minutes a taxi will come for me and they have to go to kindergarten/school.

7:00am: Shower. Get ready. Finalizing the children.

7:40am: all children say goodbye to me in the taxi, cuddling and pushing me. Afterwards they get into the car to my lady and are taken to kindergarten and school.

8:00am: arrival at the airport. Start generating the boarding pass online in my mobile phone, because I need it to pass the first checkpoint.

8:20am: Arrive at gate. Buy breakfast. Noticing that my lady’s children have been dancing on her nose. She is frustrated. The children shouldn’t have had any fun this way either.

8:30am: Phone call with the first customer. Parallel boarding.

9:00am: Departure for customer appointment.

11:10am: Arrival at the customer.

11:20am: The boss of the person with whom I’m appointed – who was an important communication target for the day – has no time. He at least notices that he actually had an appointment with me. Accompanies us at lunch. Afterwards he can be quickly briefed. I’m glad I did the handouts last night. (The man approved >80T$ orders to me. I want him to know what the result is)

4:00pm: in the cab again at the client

4:30pm: I read in Telegram that my lady had to go home from work because the children simply did not listen to the housekeeper in my absence. Called the children (via the housekeeper) via WhatsApp (video conference). I look into a pale face of the housekeeper and happy faces of the children. I asked the children nicely what was going on with them. I wouldn’t know what they were doing – but that X (my lady) had to come home now would sound to me like the beginning of something really stupid. They had to listen to Y – otherwise it wouldn’t work. What they do could not end well. I remained friendly. It was clear that I wouldn’t be there anyway, but I would worry.

My eldest pulled a “whoops” face. He obviously knows what I’m talking about. The others look at me with a mixture of concern and curiosity. My lady plans are, after she has left work in an emergency – so that she can continue working at home and the children remember this – to send all the children to their room one by one. Then there will be dinner. Then they will all go back to their room. I won’t be home until just before eight.

Security check, buy juice spritzer, Boarding.

7:00pm: touchdown. Read from my lady that the kids seemed sweet. Anyway, no sleeping. Waiting for me.

7:30pm: arrival at home by taxi. Talking to the children’s conscience. Being happy about the beautiful playing children. Announcement that I will tell the housekeeper tomorrow that all children who do nonsense should be sent to their room. Not only because of Z (the housekeeper), but also so that the others can play properly and it is nice in the house.

8:45pm: cuddling, massaging, tickling, etc. with all children.

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9:45: a little maintenance.

10:00: check if my oldest is sleeping. Because he didn’t before. Result: he lies in the dark room, but is not asleep yet. Uuuuhoh, he’ll be tired tomorrow. I lie down next to him for 2 minutes. He falls asleep in these two minutes, as if I’d pulled the plug. Sweet child ?? .

22:30: evening conversation with my lady, during which she says, that she thinks she needs to be really heavy spanked again. Sleeping.

One week of Head of Home with six kids – Monday

Disclaimer: this article is part of a series of articles, the writing of which I broke off and which I commented on afterwards. Please read the comments.

The following article series shall give a summary of some days with all children in our house in bullet points, without much editing. I will just write down once a day how my day went.

Monday – plan

After one SM party on Saturday (5-6h sleep) and one on Sunday (6h sleep), I started the week tired . All children were with our partners until Monday morning. They came back over the day. They always need a certain amount of shaking up, which actually has to be supervised. They also tend to listen badly to the new housekeeper. So it would be smart if I was available from around 4:00 pm to deal with the children.

For this to work out, I need to be done by 4 pm with my work.

Monday – reality

  • From about 8:30, I sat in the living room working. Coffee beside me, juice spritzer beside me. Cereal in my stomach. I sat there, did my job, but was slow. Because I was tired from the weekend.
  • Towards the end of the morning: I got faster. Especially because I realized what I still had to do. The first customers started to ask questions – I became fast .
  • 12:30: my oldest came home first. A short time later the oldest of my lady.

I took both children, took my time, let them arrive. All good. And fine.

The two of them first checked who had the cooler days with the other parent. I gave them the time instead of bullying them to do the homework. I’m happy for the kids.

After about ten minutes, they start doing their homework – and are happy with verve, screaming dirty words and fooling around. Since the housekeeper can’t get this under control, came out of my room, I took the oldest of my lady into my workroom, placed him on a small table. My eldest stayed alone in the living room – but worked there apparently well.

  • 13:30: the oldest of my lady didn’t seem to really produce results when doing her homework until here. Now he tells me that he is too tired to do homework. Wants to lie down in my bed. I agree that he could do that. When he understands that he will not get meal until the homework is done, is he awake enough to continue doing it? Turns out his dad did additional unasked “homework” with him over the weekend.

I realize the context. The kid didn’t have a break. The kid and I get to take the fall. Homework has to be done… him going to school tomorrow without it isn’t an option. Shit. How do I get the kid through this?

I make it clear to the little man that I understand his problem – but the solution, that he would be at school tomorrow without homework, would not exist. He’d better sit down and get it off his things. Then he could play fast.

  • 14:00: the housekeeper has finished dinner. The oldest of my lady is at about 3 lines of homework. I’m going crazy because I won’t get to work like this.

Great. The little man needs my attention now. At least that would be the only thing that would help him out. On the other hand, homework is his job. I decide that he’ll probably have to learn that its wiser to get rid of the homework. We’re going out to dinner.

  • 14:20: my eldest has to play in his room so that the oldest of my lady has the living room free – and thus has a chance to finish in a concentrated way despite his demotivated mood. Nevertheless, the homework takes forever. In between I have telephone conferences with customers. Always with headset and mute button, as the children are both unbalanced.

The oldest of my lady is totally frustrated that he “always has so much homework”. (Jippieh. The child had no break. The father’s weekend homework was reeeeally good for the child) Fuck, I have to work and will not be able to solve that. But: the homework is not my job…

He finishes at some point. I’m cuddling up in bed with him and reading the reading homework. The kids played beautifully afterwards.

  • Afternoon: the other kids are coming. I’m partly on the phone, rest of the time I work as continuously as possible until about 5.45pm. Because of the noise, I have the feeling that the new housekeeper cannot manage it. I continue working, sometimes accepting children for a short time.
  • 5:45pm: my lady comes in from work and points out to me that the children would de facto have dinner. They were eating leftovers of the pancakes from lunch on their own. We should possibly go straight to the food instead of eating in about 30min.

I take a look at the kids at the table… and I decide it’s time to stop working.

  • From here on: slowly. Consciously take time for the children. Admire and discuss things that have been built. Have a good time.

In between accidental instinctive use of force (pulling with the hair towards the wardrobe) against a totally overtired child, who repeatedly gives me the finger when he should undress, knocks things over, throws things at me and doesn’t want to bring his things to the wardrobe.

I have the feeling of having failed, lead the little one to his mother, so that she takes him over, because I shouldn’t do it anymore. She orders me to please put him outside the door. I do that. Escalation.

But: at least now that the line of approach is clear. The kids are generally going along with it and all start acting lovingly again. (Adjust the crown on the head, move on.) Eat, teach kids to brush their teeth and put on pajamas. But: they would much rather continue playing. They just got together (4:00pm). Keep working on guiding them towards the bed. Reading the night story. Leading the children to bed (I walk around with all six of them in the evening – massages, stroking, cuddling, whatever is on). Great time.

Much tenderness given and taken.

Till about 9.00pm I made hand-outs for tomorrow’s customer appointment. Nice time for two. Had a cosy evening with my lady. Watched her making a snake. Drinking wine. Chained her in bed at night. Gave the whining helpless chained lady five strikes to the butt with a paddle for maintenance. Let her satisfy me. Talk until 10:40pm. Slept.

Happy new year!!!

Well. It’s been months since I last wrote. A lot has happened. All positive, actually. A lot of hard work. But you know what you’ve accomplished.

Right now I’m in bed with a laptop on my knees. I have a martini to my left. My lady is on the right. She has a vibrator in her vagina. She’s wearing one of my boxers over it. Horizontally from the back to the front pulled tape fixes the vibrator upwards. The boxer shorts are not very sexy, but they keep the vibrator reliably free of adhesive residues of the tape. My lady sighs under me. When I move the vibrator, it smacks. She is clearly aroused. But her hands are tied so high up that she can’t reach under her nipples. In any case, the private parts are inaccessible. A blindfold prevents me from being distracted by her eyes 🙂 . . She enjoys. I enjoy. Fits.

A short outline for teasing 🙂 :

  • We replaced my lady’s wardrobe with one purchased by and with me.
  • We celebrated our 1-year anniversary with many guests. I successfully asked every guest to play with her – it took three hours of playing before this was finished and I took my lady off with a view to potentially pinched wrist nerves.
  • We discovered that we had rather accidentally built up a large circle of contacts that consisted almost exclusively of playful scene members.
  • We celebrated New Year’s Eve with a couple of friends from the scene.
  • We had phases in which we noticed that my lady showed fear reactions when she was alone with me – and came out of it after a good analysis. We retained a certain amount of respect for the master.
  • We dared to go to the first castle parties.
  • We “managed” the children for the most part. The weeks run almost entirely harmoniously. At the end of a week, in which 6 children were with us, one is not ready for vacation.
  • I end the year as a self-employed person with well-filled accounts.
  • We are tiiiiired.

The above list will serve me – besides the function of a sign of life to you – as a reminder to write texts again from time to time 🙂 .

I notice with astonishment that we seem to have hundreds of visitors. Per week. That is motivation to continue…

Greetings to you all!

Translated with (free version)

Muggle? Nah. We prefer Hogwards.

My lady and I were thinking about a year ago, that you’d have to build up an acquaintance base of SM people. I use the word “would have to” knowingly. This was not a plan we had in mind.

After about a year now we realize that we hardly have any Muggle left in our circle of acquaintances. On the contrary, we organize SM parties right off the bat – in our house. Because people know us and we know people – and people like to come to us.

What happened?

I can only recommend the mechanism to everybody to imitate it :-). We did not do it consciously. Buuuuuut:

  • We both agreed that we had little interest “in the village” in making acquaintances.
  • For work colleagues, customers and children we had to be balanced people who take their time and do what they do well. –> We hardly had time to make acquaintances.
  • We had a high speed of life in the phases when all 6 children were with us. We kept that speed afterwards in the days when we had no children. If you are otherwise regularly energized, you just don’t stay at home on the couch when you could go to a SM party 🙂 .
  • As a result we were on the road a lot – but only in the scene. When we celebrate New Year’s Eve with a couple of friends and their children, it just comes out of the scene.
  • We played actively. We also had the scene equivalent of “sex” with others. You hung up other ladies, you gave your lady blindfolded to other men, you got your hands on other ladies. Asked those around to make sure that nobody touched the lady while you were fetching drinks. Affirmed the question, I surely had a pair of scissors with me, which I could borrow for a short time. This created communication and trust.

Meanwhile, we’re finding that we hardly live among Muggles anymore. We are currently experiencing the trustworthy environment of the magical world of Hogwards. And I hope it lasts a little bit 🙂 .