It has been a long time since things were dicey here. We haven't been here in quite awhile: upset Jack with a paddle in his hand and his wife bared bottomed and about to be spanked. How did things get this far? Like a snowball racing downhill getting bigger and moving faster, our getting along was heading for trouble.
Everything is fine now, but, boy howdy, things were not at all fine two days this week. I felt neglected, ignored and grouchy. Jack went on his way not noticing my mood as it became brittle and darker. Things were festering. He was out for the evening. When he came home, I was almost asleep and faked a deep sleep. The next morning we went on an urban hike. We each listened to our own music and really never even held hands even though he tried. We both really knew somethings was wrong and I knew things were coming to a head or rather my bottom real soon. When we got home, I made some sandwiches and we ate in silence. Things were getting tense and this is so very unusual for us. He asked if I wanted to talk. I shrugged and told him I would go take a shower and then we could talk. I turned my back and walked away from him. Upstairs in the bathroom, I closed the door and, for the first time ever, considered locking the door. I took off my clothes and the bathroom door opened. Jack took me by the wrist as I protested. Over the side of the bed I went. He spanked hard and fast using his hand. I came up very angry. I walked away from him as he tried to hug me. I told him I was too upset and I turned my back on him and went into the bathroom,. He came right after me and this time got the paddle out of the dresser. Over the bed, I went and he paddled hard and fast. I was reduced to tears and when he brought me up, I was done being upset. He kept the paddle on my bottom and gave me three more spanks. He told me he had tried many times to talk, cuddle, hold hands and each time, I had pushed him away and acted more distant.
We talked. I told him that I felt like he wasn't there for me and I felt he was stepping away. He said I was to stay on the bed and think about what had happened. He would return to talk some more. I was so shocked by what had just happened that thinking about it did not calm me down. When he came back into the bedroom, he said that things had just snowballed getting bigger and more out of control over the two days we were at odds. He said that he was still upset with my inappropriate behavior. He spanked me with his hand again. Then he sent me to the shower. Things were okay now. I have really no idea why this happened. Things had been so smooth...... what had happened? Why had this happened?
Later we met friends for dinner. I told Jack I was so sore and he smiled, and placed his hand in mine. He said he could not remember the last discipline spanking he had given, but those could and would happen. On the way to dinner, his hand on my leg, he said he had solved the mystery. I asked what mystery. He told me that he know why I felt neglected and ignored. He asked if I knew what was different at home. I told him no.
He continued saying that I got spanked today for my attitude and disrespect. And here is why it happened. On Sunday I had moved my walking clothes from our big closet to our dresser in our bedroom. Having everything together made more room for things in the closet. So I dressed for walking in the bedroom. I did not dress with Jack in the infamous closet where he loves to grab me and spank all the time, everyday. I was dressing far from him and would see him when I am fully clothed. No access to my bare bottom while dressing! He told me to begin changing and dressing back in the closet and see what happens.
Are you kidding me? And just like that, we were back. Now I dress with Jack in the closet. I am playfully spanked daily. All good girl and fun! My walking clothes are still in the big bedroom dresser, but I take those clothes to the big closet. Making myself available to my man is oh, so necessary. Hard lesson learned!