Weekend "adjustments" are pretty much the norm at Sam and Ella's house. Sam learned long ago that our days off together run much smoother and stay more peaceful after discussing things with Mr. Paddle. I don't get all task-oriented and bossy. My temper stays in check, and I remember our few but important rules. I even usually stay patient with the Dreaded SIL. We reconnect and are headed down the same path. This adjustment can happen on a Friday night, especially when I have been at all snarky or on Saturday morning before we start our day.
Last Saturday Sam and Mr Paddle were reminding me of all the things that keep our weekends happy. It certainly was not a fun spanking, but neither was it an awful one. I thought I was paying attention. Sam never rushes after a weekend adjustment. There is plenty of holding me and reconnecting when he is finished. I feel loved and usually quite well adjusted . Reset and ready.
After kisses, we both headed off on our usual Saturday morning shopping and errands. Sam was on his way to the grocery store, list in hand. I was going to the Farmer's Market for fresh produce and
to get gas. He was out the door before me when I added several errands to my list. I thought to myself that I should have told him where else I was going. That is a hard and fast rule for after work each evening. I always file my flight plan by 4:00 pm. He likes to know where I am. However, he has never made a big deal out of it on a Saturday morning. So I honestly thought of it but promptly blew it off. So, there was the craft store and Walgreen's and even a specialty spice store. Then finally on for the produce. Never gave a thought as to how much longer than usual I was gone.
When I pulled up into the driveway, the garage door was already open and Sam came out to help with all the food bags like always. I dropped the small bags from the other errands on the counter and went to the study to take care of something on the computer. Just a few minutes later, Sam stood in the doorway and, with a furrowed brow, said, "I need to see you in the kitchen." He used his index finger to beckon me to follow him.
Back in the kitchen, he pointed to the small sacks from Walgreen's and such, and leaning one hand on the counter, asked me where else I had gone. That was my first clue that there was something
amiss. Then I also looked at the clock. Damn! It was 1:30 pm. I quickly did the math and realized I had been gone almost 2 and a half hours on a 45 minute errand to the market. Did quickly apologize and explained all the little items for which I had shopped.
Sam had 3 questions.
- Why didn't I tell him before we left the house?
- Why didn't I think to leave a note?
- Was there any reason I couldn't call?
There must have been 10 half-assed excuses that zipped through my head, but at last I finally just blurted out the honest truth. I knew I should have, but I really just "Blew it Off." Didn't think
"I already had a spanking this morning," I protested.
"Well, it seems you really didn't pay close enough attention," he countered.
Jeans and panties down with a swish. Bent over and I am still trying to negotiate. Not having any effect whatsoever. I am getting to be quite familiar with the pattern in our kitchen counter tops.
At first, I was relieved that he decided not to use an implement seeing as the crock on the counter was not even 3 feet away. But after about the 4th swat, I was up on my toes. Firstly, even his hand was being applied fast and very hard! Secondly, I have never had 2 spankings in a 3 hour period! OMG! I was certainly paying better attention this time!
This spanking was punctuated with questions about what I should have remembered about making my plans known earlier in the day. And Sam went on and on both with questions that required at least
world of hurt before he finally stopped. Have to tell you that having another spanking follow so quickly on a first left a whole new level of sting that was still felt when I went to bed that night.
I think that just explaining my error using the phrase, "Blew it off" kind of "Pissed him off." Like I couldn't be bothered. So I am very clear now that the rule applies on Saturday as well as on weekdays. He made his point with this double whammy. And I have no intention of investigating anything to do with a Triple Dog Dare!