This Sunday was especially lovely. Sunny and warm, we busied ourselves preparing for the arrival of house guests. While folding laundry, I brought up a family situation that we have discussed many times. My hubby and I disagree on how this matter should be handled. We have talked it over many times and continue to get no where. He said enough with the bickering. We would do it his way...... end of discussion. Oh, no, I said. My way is the best way to handle the problem. I continued beyond reason why we needed to solve this my way. I told him he needed to listen to me. My mild mannered, even tempered guy glared at me and simply said, "enough". He took my hand and we went upstairs with me still telling him why my way was best all the way up the stairs. He took out the new paddle and told me to take my shorts off.
I asked him to wait for a few minutes before spanking me. I said he was too upset and he agreed. He told me to wait right there and he would be back. He came back shortly and seemed calm. We talked again standing next to our bed. I said I would agree to his way of handling the family situation. I turned to walk out of the room. Big msitake! He told me I was not going anywhere. He said I needed to be paddled for my arguing. He said I waste too much time arguing when a decision had been made and when I did so, I was being disrespectful. He said I needed to be paddled and he needed to do it.
This felt as real as real can be. He bared my bottom and put me over the bed. He spanked me twice..... once with his hand and once with the paddle. I was close to tears, but the message was loud and clear that my disrespect would not be tolerated. This spanking was the longest and hardest yet. Once he put the paddle down, he brought me up to meet his eyes. I mumbled something and he began spanking me standing up. I wanted to shout stop, but knew it was best to keep quiet. I learned making remarks after a spanking might earn me more.
What did I learn............... to know the difference between making my point and knowing when to stop. If I can't see the difference, I will feel the difference.
I still disagree with his decision, but I will follow what he has decided. We began this journey in the middle of May and here we are at the end of June. A marraige after all these years has indeed changed.