Isn’t funny how a few days or a week can change your perspective? Life got in the way and I never wrote about our turn around. So…here’s how it began….
Our kitchen sink faucet broke somewhere during the winter season. We were both crazy busy and he rigged it so it worked, and that was fine. He said he would pick up the faucet but I told him I referred to pick one myself. I never seemed to find the time. One day, after several reminders, he walked in with a new faucet. I thanked him sincerely but explained that the one he picked was just not what I wanted because it didn’t coordinate with the vintage look in our kitchen. He looked at me blankly, but in deference to my sensibilities, and not wanting to force offensive décor on me, he returned the faucet and asked me to pick the one I wanted. In fact, he reminded me to order a faucet several times. I always agreed with intent to do that right away.
About 3 weekends ago he was going away on business for 4 days and said, “Oh, and remember to order that faucet this weekend!” “Yep, I’ll definitely order a faucet this weekend!” I am sure you can all see where this is going?
He came home, and on Monday evening asked about the faucet.
“Oh shoot, I forgot.”
“You said you’d order it.”
“And I will. I just forgot.”
“You’re getting punished!”
“Huh? Over a FAUCET?”
Well I did not even believe him. We don’t DO punishments over mistakes or forgetfulness, or the small things in life. I figured he was just threatening, or going to play-punish me…
Before bed he went and retrieved the punishment paddle, sat the chair in our bedroom reserved for such things. I just kind of looked at him…so not there in my head.
“OK, let’s get this over with.”
“Come over here and find out.”
Whatever I don’t get this at all.”
“I see that. Come here.”
So he pulled me OTK, pulled down my jammies and started to spank me, moderately. He was lecturing about faucets and how often he had asked me and doing what I say I will…and in between a few protests and “ouch!”’s…well…yeah, I started to laugh.
“You’re laughing at this?”
“Weeell…YES. I can’t help it. You are spanking me over a FREAKIN’ BROKEN FAUCET!”
OK, so not my brightest moment. First laughing at him out loud, and two, doing so in that position. But sheesh…a faucet? I felt like I was in a silly DD romance story being spanked over some invented infraction that lets the author get to the spanking part!
He apparently has not read those kind of stories because he was so not kidding!
He communicated by word and deed…i.e. he refocused me from the faucet to the promise, from the inconsequential detail to the larger picture of him asking and my agreeing and not doing. He talked and questioned and he spanked me to tears.
My last defense was:
“But you never told me if I did not order it this weekend you would spank me!”
“Did you know I wanted you to order it?
“How many times have I asked?”
“Stop! I asked. You knew. I was more than patient for a very long time.”
“For eight years, if it got to that point, you’ve always told me, ‘if this then that!’. You didn’t tell me ‘IF’ this weekend!”
“You know what? We’re past that. You know when I ask, what I want. And I don’t mind reminding you at times. I know and respect how busy you are. I try to not put a lot on you and I try to as much as I can to help out around here…don’t I?”
“Yes, you do all kinds of things, but…”
“But, I shouldn’t have to threaten you and I’m not going to anymore. If I ask several times, if it doesn’t get done, this is where you’ll end up!”
“I’m so confused. You’re changing things!”
“Yes, I guess I am. I think it’s time.”
That was the first of a series of three. The spankings and the posts. It took me a while to wrap my head around what he was telling me. He wants me to listen to what he says? He’s not going to warn me, “That’s it, you’re on the line?”
This means what? He wants me to start REALLY paying attention? UGH!?!