This all started Sunday. Something happened between us that scared me and I became both hurt and angry. I wanted to lash out verbally or just cry. I did neither and just held it all inside. At this point, too, I knew I was right and he was wrong. "Eventually he will have to acknowledge that," I thought. I got quiet and pulled away from Sam. We had family coming for dinner, and he pulled me close to gently tell me to stop with the "mopey" behavior. I smiled a little and tried. I may have fooled everyone else but don't think I fooled Sam at all. After everyone left, I stayed busy tidying up the kitchen. Several times Sam asked me if I was OK. Yes, yes, yes..........What a liar I am.
By Monday morning, I felt even further away from Sam and the
connection I love so much was gone. I don't know what I was expecting. Did I really think this was going to help? Stubborn won out, though. After all, I was right.
By the time I pulled in from work, there was a contractor laying tile in our sunroom. Sam and I didn't talk about anything serious, just little daily happenings. I told Sam I was trying to snap back, but that probably wasn't true either. The contractor stayed late. I made myself something to eat and took it to bed with my Kindle. Sam came to give me a hug and kiss. He was sweet and patient. I was sweet, too. My determination to be right was slipping. When Sam came to bed, he pulled me in to spoon and rubbed my bottom. I kissed his other arm and said I hoped things would get better in the morning. He whispered in my ear, "They will."
So you probably figured out how Sam planned to make things better. As soon as I was out of the shower, he said, "We have something to take care of." He doesn't believe in warm-ups, so he just laid into me. This has to be up there in my top 5 memorable spankings. A real doozy. Mr Paddle was not just doing the talking, he was shouting.
Sam also believes in lecturing me all the way through a spanking. There are little pauses where I am expected to answer him or just agree. I think the major focus of this lecture was that I had made myself "miserable" along with everyone around - especially him. This was where the misery was ending. Except for my bottom - that was really feeling miserable. When I apologized, he barked, "Don't say I'm sorry. Say you'll do better." This spanking went on for so long. I just couldn't help it; my hands started to move back. Where the hell was the pillow? Sam said it was too bad that I did that. Said up until then, he was almost done. Instead he added 10 or 12 more. When it was over, I hurt so bad that I didn't even get up right away.
When I did, Sam hugged me close and told me how much he loved me. It was a short reunion; I still needed to get ready for work. Eventually I will still talk to Sam about what happened Sunday, but I think my approach will not be the "I am right. You are wrong" one.
Made it to work in plenty of time. However, our unexpected AM activity lent a whole new meaning to sitting through another boring staff meeting.
Ella Very Sore