Monday, January 16, 2017
Part One: The Car Door
It is not about the door. I know that. It is about showing respect, but heaven help my backside.
This whole thing started out so innocently. We are away right now on a sun break to a favorite place. Sunshine, warm breezes, white sand, good food, and lots of time to talk fill our precious eight days here in paradise.
We were enjoying one another in our bed looking out at the sea. I mentioned to Jack something small and happy and at the end of our discussion, I was promised a huge spanking once we are back home. How in the world did this happen? How did we go from a sweet, loving time in bed to a talk about my backside getting a blistering spanking? And the only reason it was not happening right then and there was that we were in a bungalow surrounded by other happy vacationers.
After all these ttwd years, things are usually very smooth for us. I have learned so much. Respecting my man and learning to follow his lead is really what this ttwd is all about. I have this down most of the time. So what in the world happened while on vacation?
When we were working, we were savers. We believed on living on less than what we earned. We believed in investing and always paying our credit card balance each month....... always. We were careful and generous with our money. We drove modest, safe cars, never fancy, expensive ones. However, when we retired early, we splurged. Two lovely, "fancy" cars live in our garage. The last payment of one of the cars is due next month. Jack's car required some financing at our credit union with very easy terms and now just one more payment is due.
So on the morning in question here in paradise, I was dreaming aloud about how I would be spending that money no longer needed for a car, a beautiful car, paid in full. Jack knew I was joking, but very soon things got serious.
You see, in just mentioning this car, Jack's thoughts turned to matters concerning his wife and that car. I realized what I had done and tried to steer the conversation in a direct direction. Remember, we are still under those sheets and he simply pulled me close, his hand on one bare bottom.
A little background information here........... when I get out of the car, on the passenger side, I close the car door. I do not slam, but firmly close it. My husband does not like the way I do this and says I am closing the door way too hard. We have had countless discussions about the door. I am not kidding here. Talk about it all being about the little things, this is one for the ages. He has lectured. He had instructed. He has taught. He has demonstrated. He has read me the owner's manual. He has required me to close the door more gently. He reminds me as we pull into the garage and then waits until I leave the car listening to the sound of the closing door. Truly, people, I am just closing the door. Neither am I slamming or gently closing, I am just closing it. He is not a happy camper here. He tells me the car is designed for not so harsh a closing and if teaching, instructing, requiring and demanding aren't changing my approach to the car door, he has something else he can use.
If a spanking with the paddle would do the trick and help me remember what he is asking, he is more than willing. Now in the paradise bed, he says that this car door discussion is not about the door, but rather it is about respect. Respecting him and his wishes on something that did cost a lot of money are what this is all about. We are still talking in the big bed and I am grateful for the fact we are not home right now because my guy is most serious. He is not joking about any of this. If a spanking is needed to help me remember how important the whole thing is here, then a spanking will happen. Not now, but once we are home. Then he says, his hand on my bottom, each time I leave that car, I will remember my "blistered fanny" and close the door in the way he wishes.
I do understand here. Ttwd is about submission, my following his lead. It is about the little things and I am having real trouble remembering about that door. Ttwd is about respect and when it comes to that door, I do not seem to have any. I am not real anxious about the next part of this story and Jack is more than ready to do exactly what it takes.
Because we are away, this post is only Part One here. You might be looking forward to Part Two, but I am not.