Yes, a very painful reminder today of my dishonesty yesterday. Oh if I could just go back and tell the truth. Well, technically I did tell the truth but it took me a while to do it and my bottom paid a high price last night.
It was after dinner and after the kids had gone to bed that I got the very stern "meet me in the bedroom". I asked him to give me a minute because, well, I just needed to come to grips with what was happening. Earlier in the night I had come clean about a little issue that he didn't feel was such a little issue so as I was standing there in the bathroom I knew exactly what he meant.
Well darn, I had been on a roll....a small roll, but it had been about a week I had been a very good girl. I was cooking and baking, being all domestic and all the things my 1950's type hubby loves. But my mouth, oh my mouth, why do you betray me?
Ok, so exiting the bathroom made my knees weak. Followed promptly be the knee pat and the "panties down". If you have never heard those words in that voice then you have never truly felt the weak knees of DD. I took the dowel rod first, then cried for anything else. He met my request with a hard swat of his hand. (I have a love hate relationship with those hands). I buried my head into a pillow and cried. Each swat harder than before, then they came faster. Over and over and over, I thought they would never end. I tried hard not to kick and wiggle but couldn't. My hands swung behind me and were met with a quick pinning behind my back and then my legs met the same fate. He lectured, and I cried. He lectured then I sobbed. I begged for him to stop and finally he did.
The sobbing got worse and all the guilt I felt and other emotions bubbled over to the surface. Allan pulled me into his lap and I stayed there a good while until all the sad faded away. He told me he loved me over and over and I know he does.
He is wonderful like that, and after the discipline and the comfort I fell into his arms for the kind of comfort only he can give me. And I am usually all too eager to oblige. I wake up feeling wonderful, happy loved, adored, protected, but yes....still with an aching bottom.
On one hand I opted for a skirt today to avoid any adverse pulling on my red bottom, but on the other hand my sore bottom is a good reminder to my gypsy soul and her sister sassy mouth not to get too out of line again.
Wish me luck!