Reassurance # 7

It's Saturday night. Last night, when Chris was collapsed - exhausted - on the bed at 9 pm, I said to him, "What happens if we don't get the spanking in this week?"

He stared at me, a glazed-over half-asleep look on his face, and I said, "I'm serious, I mean, it's already Friday and we haven't done it!"

Finally, he said, "The deal was that you would ask for one when you had the opportunity. We haven't had the chance."

Really, he was right. We haven't had the chance. I had a huge, important deadline to meet by Tuesday morning, and he helped with the princess so that I worked with really solid intent and focus for a good twelve hours (around meal times, school pickups and drop offs and various meetings). I didn't end up finishing until at 3 AM. Tuesday night, as you might guess, I was asleep before the princess at 9 pm, and slept like a log until the next morning. Wednesday night Chris didn't get home until after 11 from the fire department. Thursday night the princess was up until some terrible hour of the night, and (again) I was asleep before she was. Friday night Chris was sacked out in utter exhaustion...

There's no rest for the weary in our house.

Tonight, however, the princess had a tantrum. It started after Daddy took her potty, and she didn't want to wash her hands. It ended with hitting, screaming and a few other less than admirable (but expected) behaviors in a two-year-old. Daddy put her in her pajamas, sent her out to kiss me and a visiting friend goodnight, and put her to bed.

An hour later, we're not really sure if she is asleep (and we're a little afraid to check in case she's not). But in any event, after our friend hugged us goodbye, we turned out the lights, I changed my clothes, and Chris sat down to wait.

Not terribly long after that I was over his lap and he was using a thin black wooden paddle with nine (Chris just counted) holes in it on my bottom. (On the side of the paddle one is supposed to use, the holes are rounded off to keep from cutting.)

Now, if you've read about the Zicam effect, you know spanking hurts me more when it's been a few days. And given the above synopsis of our evenings, you could say that it's been a few days. I've had a couple of brief spankings during daytime, pre-school hours, but nothing intense or extended.

I nearly went off head-first to the floor. And that was before he started making me count.

Am I reassured? I'd rather have a different type of spanking. The long, extended kind where we take our time and enjoy each other. But frankly, it doesn't seem to be in the works this week, the housework has piled up, and I have a ba-zillion things to do on my task list that have nothing to do with work or the princess (which is why they are piling up).

So yes, I'm reassured. And my bottom is warm. And I still want spanked.

In a little while, that is.