Next steps

I didn't see John for a few days after our weekend away as he was away with work. We chatted on the phone and sent each other texts. I was really missing him . What I wasn't missing was the skirts and dresses. I didn't wear a skirt to work that week and did feel a little guility but did feel free and it only took a few minutes to get dressed. As I am usually late for work it saved time not bothering with skirts and the like.

I was supposed to see John on Friday night but he was very late back so I arranged to see him Saturday morning. I remeber slipping on the only dress I kept at my house with a pair of sheer tights. Mom had gone out shopping so I wouldn't have the usual comments from her. Dad came in and acted a bit funny and kissed me. Not something he usually does but didn't think too much of it at the time, I was running late again. Then the door bell went! John was early. Dad answered the door and talked some stuff to John, I couldn't hear what they were saying. I lept down the stairs and John kissed me. It was great seeing him

When we got in the car John kissed me again and put his hand on my leg and thanked me for wearing a dress and tights. We drove back to this house and he led inside as he always does and we sat down. We kissed for a bit and then out of the blue he fumbled in his pocked and pulled out a ring box. I honestly didn't expect it to be an engagement ring, thinking it would be some ear rings or something. It was a very simple, will you marry me. He didn't get down on one knee or anything, just came out with it. I was very, very shocked, it was the last thing I expected. He mentioned the talking to my dad was about it. He asked my father first which was nice. I said yes of course. This was the first time I was asked my a man for marriage. I must of made an impression last weekend.

The following day John said we would visit his mother. Something I had sort of dreaded, I don't know why. He dropped little hints about her and I sort of had a picture of a stern woman in my mind. I didn't stay over that night so John picked me on Sunday morning.

We went back to his house and he told me to change into a dress after having a shower. This annoyned me a little as I had spent time before he picked me up getting ready but he wanted me to wear this dress so I agreed. The dress was a linen maxi dress, one I had tried on ages ago but until now never worn. He also insisted I wore my navy ribbed tights which I kicked up a fuss about.

I looked okay and John said I looked lovely. He didn't say much on the way to his mothers.

She lived in a smallish detached house some miles away. She lives on her own. From the outside it was very well kept. We went to the front door and John walked in. I was quite nervous. John's mom then came out of the kitchen. She is a smallish lady with a thick perm. She kissed me on the cheek before John could introduce us.

We went into the front room and John and his mother talked. She didn't say much to me. We had lunch, a typical sunday roast affair. Throughout the meal she talked about our engagement. She asked if I had looked at any dresses yet and said he would come along when I choose. Jumping the gun a bit, we hadn't even set a date yet.

I felt she didn't talk to me much, she spoke to John quite a lot and at times snapped at him about stuff. First impressions, she seemed nice but quite firm and set in her ways. As I always find in older peoples homes it was boiling and I was glad to get out to cool down.

When we got home I felt bloated. John wanted to watch the grand prix and he flopped into the chair. It felt really strange but I wanted to wait on him, cherish him in a small way to pay back for all the nice things he had done for me. He appreicated it but got annoyed as I tried to talk to him when whilst he was watching tv so he told me to go upstairs and have a rest on the bed which I did.

Next morning I was back to my usual routine. It did mean putting on a skirt and tights. Annoying it felt!. This was no ordinary morning at work. When I got there a staff meeting had been called for our department. The long and short of it was the company was doing badly and redundancies were required. The meeting went on for ages. I meant John for lunch and told him. He kinda of new but told me to accept the offer. I didn't want to but he said there was no way he wanted me working when I was married and this was a good time to leave if the company as itwas making people redundant. We talked about money, well I mentioned it but he said he would sort the financies out and he didn't want me to worry about it. He then said I should move in with him now we are officially "pre-married". All this over lunch. He was quite stern in his decisions and I knew that I had to accept the offer as John would be really annoyed and I did want to move in with him but it felt like I was loosing my independence.

Anyway I went into my managers office. She had been my manager since I joined. Lorna was mid 50's and had sort of mothered me when I joined as a teenager. She was a little shocked about my quick decision and we talked about me and John. She asked if it was my decision or John's and I said it was a joint decision. She touched on the fact that John was a strong character and was I doing the right thing? Of course I said how happy I was and now I could move in with him, but when I finially closed the door I did have my doubts.

Our relationship

John has got this habit of explaining everything to me. Before we went away for the weekend (a precursor to me moving in) he talked alot about traditional relationships and even mentioned marriage. He never criticised other peoples marriage or life but wanted to tell me about how our relationship would be. I already new most of his ideals. He disliked me wearing trousers or jeans and I had sort of agreed to wear skirts and dresses. Really it felt to me I was told to wear skirt and dresses. He did not me going bare legged so when I was in his company I would be wearing tights or stockings/holdups. I really disliked this part. A hangup of school days I think but again I agreed to it. In a way I do like to please him by wearing clothes he approves of, even though I truly dislike them.


In terms of the household John believes the wife (or partner) should stay at home and be a homemaker/full time mum. He believes the man is the head of the house and provides for the family. The wife cannot take the role seriosuly if she has to leave the home to go to work. Of course this allows for the opporunity of being able to afford to do this which I pointed out. His rambling about this referred to our situation and he stated that when our relationship develops he wanted me to quit my job and take up the role of homemaker. I found at first this view a bit sexist. On the other hand I loved it. I didn't like my job and though of looking after his house and waiting for him to come home really appealed to me. My career wasn't going anywhere and I was sick of wearing the horrible work suits that John had made me wear to work.


John also has a very protective appeal about him, again something that makes me feel lovely inside and then angry at the same time. He wants to protect me from anything and everything that could pollute my mind as my mind was 100% innoncet. I may not off done much in my life but have seen and experienced perhaps more than he thinks I have. Anyway he doesn't like me watching anything sexual of tv. He turns it off when any sex scene comes on and tells me to go to bed! Wow it makes me mad and makes me feel like a child when he does that.


And finally the head of household role. I did have an idea this was coming up because he had made reference to it on a few occasions but he wanted to tell me straight. As the hoh if I play up, go mad with the credit card or fall well short of his expecations I would be disciplined. The discipline he said would be discussed when I move in but would take the role of a grounding, loss of privelages or if is serious a spanking. I know some couples may use spanking as a sexual element but the spanking in our relationship would be solely for the use of discipline and would be a last resort. The spanking would also be done after the event and never as a sudden reaction to a situation, not that I had ever since John in a rage.

There was lots for me to accept. I was scared and excited about the discipline side but it was something I wanted. I want to be guided by him and accept his guidance and discipline if needed. I knew this would not be easy but I loved this man and want to show my love in anyway I can.