I had another hard time titling this post. The Fourth of July fireworks came one day early at our house.
Note to self: Do not order up a spanking as if I can choose and influence what happens to my bottom!!!
So a little back story here. We had been away most of May traveling. Then I headed away for a little time with friends. Once home, I became really sick. Those big airplanes are full of germs. Antibiotics, daytime sleeping and just plain not feeling well! Finally, I was feeling better and we were headed to a fun Fourth of July. Then the fireworks began a whole day early!
We were having a quiet evening on a warm summer night. I had finished some baking for the next day's party. Jack was watching the baseball game. We chatted back and forth and for the life of me, I did not to the best of my remembering say or do anything to cause what happened. Or had I? During a commercial, I said I was heading upstairs and tonight would be a great night for a good girl before sleep. He did raise his eyebrows and I went upstairs.
I could feel his presence way before I saw him. I headed into the bedroom and there was my guy...... sitting on the leather bench holding a piece of leather........... THE PADDLE!
There is something about going to your husband when he is holding the paddle. You know what is going to happen. It is not a mystery. You cannot figure out why though. Things seemed fine and the day was smooth. In your heart, you know that once he is holding that paddle, it will be used and used well.
He told me to come to him. I stood against the bed facing him wondering how we got here. He started an extraordinary lecture about many things: our travels, my separate time away and then my being sick. Since when, he wanted to know, does his wife decide when we spank and what kind of spanking will be had? He said he had waited and, for quite a while at that, for things to turn around. He knew that travel, time zones and illness interrupt ttwd/ttwa. Then downstairs, I request a good girl as if he takes orders like a short order cook. No, I say, I wasn't ...... He told me that it was way too late for talking and he would let his paddle do the talking. Over I went and after he bared me and gave the briefest of warmups, he paddled and I squirmed and he paddled more. I kept thinking how in the world did I get here. Finally, it was over and I came up teary, bright red and sore. There was to be no more ordering, voicing preferences about what he should do. Did he not know how to take care of things that needed his attention? He pulled me into his arms and, yes, I did cry then.
I am not sure this morning what I said last night, but I do know that requesting or ordering a particular kind of spanking is not to my husband's liking. He is the one doing the deciding and I am sitting here on a pillow to prove that point.
Have you ever ordered a spanking and had the results not to your liking?