All has been quiet on the western frontier, but as we all know, perfection can't last forever, no matter how much we wish it would. Even in the most perfect of circumstances, perfection fails us. For example...
Last night not only did I have some transition time, but I had the house completely to myself for several hours (that's incredibly rare). The children were all spending the night at their friends' respective homes. Steve went over to a friend's house to help him put together some furniture.
Before he left he said, "We're going to have some fun when I get home. I'm going to take advantage of being able to spank you and make love to you anywhere in the house I want."
"Why are you saying it like that."
"Because you know darn good and well that you will end up staying over there longer than you intend. It will be late when you get home and one or both of us will be too tired to do anything."
"Not this time."
He kissed me in a demanding and urgent kind of way and headed out the door.
I was asleep on the couch when he got home at one in the morning, an hour and a half later than he told me he would be. I woke up as he was coming through the door.
"Told you," were the first words out of my mouth.
"It did take longer than I thought it would, but I'm not too tired to bend you over the couch to heat up your bottom and then have my way with you, and you clearly have been sleeping so I'm sure you can manage it as well, right?"
"Yeh, I guess." It was not the friendliest of tones.
"Your attitude is starting to irritate me. You'd better go strip before I decide to dole out some punishment."
"Whatever." Yes, that included some serious eyeball rolling.
Now don't ask me why I was having an attitude issue. I'm not sure what was wrong with me. I think that because this is still all relatively new to us that I sometimes forget too quickly that Steve is perfectly capable now of truly punishing me.
I came back out to the living room naked to find Steve standing there with the lexan paddle and loopy johnny in his hands. I knew instantly that I was in serious trouble.
"I'm not sure what your problem is, but I'm fixing it right now. Bend over the arm of the couch now."
He wore me out with the lexan paddle. I don't know how many times it was because I was too busy crying and yelling "owwww" to count.
"So, do you think it is 'whatever' now? Do you agree I am up to the task of punishing you when it is needed?"
"Ye......e.........s," said I with tears and snot on my face and hiccuping all the while.
"Well I'm going to give you ten with the loopy johnny to be sure."
My only saving grace is that our loopy johnny is leather as opposed to rubber, otherwise I think I would have been loud enough for the neighbors that are almost a kilometer away to have heard me. The implement itself may be quiet, but I sure wasn't!
As soon as he was done, he sat on the couch and had me sit snuggled up next to him. He rubbed my back until I stopped crying and was able to breathe with making shuttering noises.
He turned to me and embraced my face with both of his hands. After kissing me tenderly, he asked, "I really would like to get back to the original plan of making love to you anywhere besides the bedroom. Are you okay with that?"
I smiled and nodded and..... well the rest I'm going to keep to myself. Let's just say that I have a smile on my face that will probably be there for days.
Who needs perfection anyway? ;)