|Not this time!|
I was in such big trouble. Jack was annoyed and for the first time since beginning ttwd/dd, I was given a chore with a deadline with a spanking consequence. In a stern voice, he told me that there would no negotiations whatsoever. Where, oh, where was my mild mannered Jack? My easy going, even keeled husband?
Here's the story.................
I had a rough dental procedure and just came home and climbed into bed. While I rested, Jack hustled and bustled around our house. I could hear him growling and getting irritated. When I rejoined the living, he asked to speak with me. Sure, what's up? I asked. He said he was fed up with the way my clothes took over............ hanging clothes in the laundry, the guest closet, our walk-in closet, my clothes just plain taking over. I shrugged and said I would eventually sort out our closet, but I have other things to do. I turned away and he swatted me. I guess our talk was not over. He said we would finish our talk tonight in bed. Yikes!
So with the lights out and his hand firmly on my bottom, he talked and I listened. He was done with me using all the hangers, taking over the closets, keeping clothes that I did not wear. I fussed and he spanked. He continued. Tomorrow before noon, I was to have the walk in closet completely organized, the laundry room emptied and clothes stacked to be given away. More spanks....... did I understand? I said yes, but I wanted my own timetable, and he said nope. We would be using his timetable. Did I understand? If the closet was not organized by noon, we would have our next meeting there. I would be bare bottomed and he would have the paddle. Then he would go through my clothes together. I was not happy, but knew better than to protest.
Morning dawned and I believed that he would just forget those instructions, his promise to have a bare bottomed meeting with me concerning my clothes in the walk in closet. He had several errands to do. I had several things to do in the morning. I blew off his request. Yes, the closet needed my attention. I would just buy new hangers. I did empty the laundry room of my clothes and went about my day. I would get to the closet when I had the desire or the time.
When he returned, he was dumbfounded. I was reading blogs, feet up. He marched me upstairs and stripped the lower half of me and into the walk in closet we went. He had the paddle and he used it. Too many clothes, not following his request, sassy replies from me. Could not have been a worse situation! I continued to argue.......... with a bare bottom and a husband with his paddle! Not smart, people!
When I finally calmed down, he asked if I needed more and when I started to argue, I was spanked some more. Ugh!
Yes, I spent the afternoon in the closet, organizing, organizing, organizing. Jack insisted I was bare bottomed. This is the closest we have ever come to corner time........ closet time. He walked in several times with his paddle surveying the progress.
Maybe what tipped the scales was the hooks in the closet. Every hook........... my clothes! Four robes........ all mine! No room for his things. No hangers not in use. He seldom gets that upset with me. Being in the closet, bare and an implement so handy was not good.
The ordeal is over. The paddle is back in the dresser. Jack is happy with the way there is room for his clothes. I am thinking over what happened. My bottom is sore, my clothes are sorted and things are fine now. But this guy named Jack came on mighty strong and he had a paddle. Meredith argued while being spanked................ I have never pushed back like that! Never completely ignored what he wanted! Never really been spanked like that! What is going on with me?