FrenchLopBunny
Owned little rabbit
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- Apr 5, 2024
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Oh. My. Gosh! So much wonderful going on this weekend here on DLG-4! I've had to wait until now to respond as we had vanilla friends from out of town staying with us this weekend. I popped in to see what was happening a couple of times.
First, to @Sol41 Welcome! I think you'll find this group to be very helpful and the littles here are always happy to help. You've already received some great advice, so I won't pile on.
As for @dreamysub, I don't know if you are aware of the fact that I have an author account as well. I post stories as SofiaLaFrench. Thank you for the sweet comment over the weekend on my Bunny story. You now know my background, so I'll share my Valentine's Day story as well. YOU ARE NOT ALONE!
A few weeks ago I posted here asking about spanking. Because of my history, Deacon will not spank me. I wanted to try, so I planned a weekend getaway for Valentine's Day. I wanted to prove to myself, Deacon, and my therapist, that I was healed. My plan was that a spanking would complete my submission. Well, it did not go as planned.
It began okay, then after a few minutes I felt my emotions welling up and began to sob. Not from pain, but from the catharsis of finally being spanked. Then "everything turned to
" as they say. In the midst of my sobbing, I said "I'm sorry Ernie." Ernie was my abuser.
Well, that put a stop to everything! Deacon couldn't believe what he heard. He pushed me off his lap and began pacing the room. Every time I tried to say something to him he would raise his hand to shush me. This went on for almost half an hour. I was sure I had ruined my marriage. So many emotions were rushing through me.
Finally, he sat down and took me onto his lap. I laid my head on his shoulder and began bawling my eyes out. Full on ugly cry. I tried to apologize through the tears but he just held me and comforted me. As it turned out he was pacing to get his anger under control, but he wasn't angry at me. He was angry at Ernie for the abuse, and himself for believing me that I was healed.
There was an emergency call to my therapist's weekend number. Turns out I still have some victim guilt hiding in the folds and creases of this screwed-up brain of mine. I've spent the last week working through it with the help of my therapist AND my unbelievably loving husband. I don't know what I did to deserve him.
I guess my message is that there is hope, don't give up. Those of us who can identify with your situation feel your pain and wish we could make it go away. Be strong, and be good to yourself and your kids.
Love, Bunny
First, to @Sol41 Welcome! I think you'll find this group to be very helpful and the littles here are always happy to help. You've already received some great advice, so I won't pile on.
As for @dreamysub, I don't know if you are aware of the fact that I have an author account as well. I post stories as SofiaLaFrench. Thank you for the sweet comment over the weekend on my Bunny story. You now know my background, so I'll share my Valentine's Day story as well. YOU ARE NOT ALONE!
A few weeks ago I posted here asking about spanking. Because of my history, Deacon will not spank me. I wanted to try, so I planned a weekend getaway for Valentine's Day. I wanted to prove to myself, Deacon, and my therapist, that I was healed. My plan was that a spanking would complete my submission. Well, it did not go as planned.
It began okay, then after a few minutes I felt my emotions welling up and began to sob. Not from pain, but from the catharsis of finally being spanked. Then "everything turned to

Well, that put a stop to everything! Deacon couldn't believe what he heard. He pushed me off his lap and began pacing the room. Every time I tried to say something to him he would raise his hand to shush me. This went on for almost half an hour. I was sure I had ruined my marriage. So many emotions were rushing through me.
Finally, he sat down and took me onto his lap. I laid my head on his shoulder and began bawling my eyes out. Full on ugly cry. I tried to apologize through the tears but he just held me and comforted me. As it turned out he was pacing to get his anger under control, but he wasn't angry at me. He was angry at Ernie for the abuse, and himself for believing me that I was healed.
There was an emergency call to my therapist's weekend number. Turns out I still have some victim guilt hiding in the folds and creases of this screwed-up brain of mine. I've spent the last week working through it with the help of my therapist AND my unbelievably loving husband. I don't know what I did to deserve him.
I guess my message is that there is hope, don't give up. Those of us who can identify with your situation feel your pain and wish we could make it go away. Be strong, and be good to yourself and your kids.
Love, Bunny