Sunday, February 20, 2011
Eureka! He's starting to get it
Well I didn't hear him come in, but he read the note on his pillow while I was in the shower. I had gotten out of the shower and was dressed and brushing my teeth when he came up behind me, yanked down my pants and panties, bent me over the sink and delivered five really sharp whacks to my bare behind with his hand. My husband is 6ft 2in. tall and has BIG hands to match. He turned me around and with a stern voice said, "You are going to stop trying to control this! We are going to work on this together. Do you understand?" It took everything in me not to grin from ear to ear. "Yes, thank you," I said. He casually leaned against the wall and in his normal tone said, "So, is that what you had in mind?" I couldn't help but smile then and embraced him and kissed him. We had a nice conversation then about his desire to finish reading the book and us having a much more detailed conversation about what we are doing. His concern is that I don't really understand how it makes him feel when he is looking at my bruised behind and knows he did that. He is really struggling with that. He asked for my patience while he comes to terms with it and accepts my reassurances that I really am OK.