A little background information would be helpful here. I am a meticulous housekeeper. It is one of the ways I best handle stress. Although Jack says he has a better way to handle stress, quick and reliable to my bottom. Every drawer is neat; every flat surface is devoid of clutter and personal things; sparse and serene are my interior design trademarks. I find it soothing and peaceful. My home is that way right now!When I was a working girl, my colleagues called me a flow engineer. I was always organized and ready. Early to my work desk and early to every meeting, I was ready. Jack has always said that I would be early and giving instructions at my own memorial service. I pack early for vacations. I return library books before due dates. I keep a list of all grocery needs. I send birthday cards on time. Drawers in my kitchen are neat as a pin. The infamous walk in closet, scene of many spankings, is neat with nothing out of order. My purse is litter-free. My car has no food wrappers or clothes thrown into the backseat. I keep notebooks just because I like to. My phone is always charged. Our bed is always made with fresh duvets. Laundry is folded and put away once the dryer's melodic chime rings. Towels are changed frequently in both the bathrooms and the spa. The guest room is pristine awaiting the next guest. The silver is polished and the crystal gleaming. File drawers are in order and color coded. Christmas shopping and greeting cards are ready before Thanksgiving. Sometimes it was a bit much. Friends gave me a bad time. Nothing out of order, no clutter of any kind!
I am a little like Martha. I crave organization and the presence of order everywhere. I detest clutter.
Friday it was a different scene.
Jack was headed to the golf course after breakfast. He told me when he would be back. I had four hours to tidy up and enjoy my blog reading and posting. I walked through the kitchen with the breakfast dishes spread out on all counter tops. I sorted dirty laundry in piles outside the laundry room and never started the washing machine. I stripped the bed of duvet covers and left all the down quilts, feather bed and pillows spread out over the bedroom floor. I glanced at my desk and the bill work that I needed to attend to and I glanced at the grocery list that suggested a run to the store. I glanced at the birthday cards waiting to be addressed. The guest room was a mess because I have a little trip coming up and that is where I spread things out as I am packing. The cleaning supplies were on the bathroom counter and the things to be ironed were stacked on the ironing board in the laundry room. A full day of home keeping as Martha would say was waiting for me.
I walked by all of it and sat down with my iced tea and my laptop to enjoy my blogs, email my friends and begin possible posts. For four hours, I left the real world behind. I emailed friends, worked on two posts and was really enjoying myself. I have no idea where the meticulous housekeeper went. She just wasn't here. The garage door opened and I jumped with a start. Nothing had been done.......... absolutely nothing.
Jack walked in and just stared at what he found. Later he would tell me our home looked like a robbery scene. He said hello, kissed my cheek and went through the clutter mine field upstairs to shower. He really said very little. I did not hear the shower from where I sat down stairs with my laptop. He came down the stairs quietly still dressed in his golf clothes. He told me that he was dumbfounded by what he saw and could think of only one thing to get my attention. He pulled me from the couch and we went upstairs. He pulled off my sundress and panties. He took the paddle from the dresser. He put me over his knee locking my legs under his. He spanked me using his hand and told me that I had never been spanked for not doing something, but this was a first. He kept using his hand and I was taking it pretty well although it stung. Then came the paddle and I had a very hard time holding still. When the paddling was over, he held me briefly and I could tell he was still very irritated with me. He told me he would shower and I was to get busy. I was not to touch my laptop or ipad. He asked if I understood as he waved the paddle.
Then Jack cooked a delicious dinner and I did the sous chef things like making salad and setting the table. His hand would intentional brush my bottom. He said twice that we would finish up later.
The house was in order and serenity was restored to our home, but not between Jack and me. I stayed quiet and out of his reach. My bottom hurt like never before. I kept thinking how I had changed since beginning ttwd/Dd and really thought about what I hadn't done that usually would have been second nature to me. Consistent Jack was steady and ready......... with that paddle. Second nature to him.
It was late and I was reading in bed. Jack had left the paddle on the dresser. I did not put that thing back. I will not touch it. Jack walked in the bedroom ready for bed. He picked up the paddle and came to my side of the bed. He asked what I had learned today and I told him I had learned to prioritize better. He said that was good and that we would now "finish-up." He helped me out of bed, put me over the bed, bared my bottom and paddled me five times. He put me in bed, turned out the light and climbed in on his side. He told me when we began ttwd, he did not think he would ever spank for the kind of thing he spanked for today. He said that usually housework is done as a team, but I did have plenty of time to get these things done. He put his hand on my bottom and gently turned me over so we could "spoon" to sleep. I still didn't say much. I was astounded by the day's events and really needed the day to end. Before ttwd/Dd. all this mess would have caused an long argument, cold silence, huffiness and attitude. Not today. A spanking caught my attention and Jack finished up. Order had been restored to both our home and us.