On Saturdays we almost always finish up our around-the-house tasks by 3:00 or 4:00 pm, and we drive just a short way to our favorite Saturday afternoon place for a beer. Some weeks, though, we stop at the hardware store on the way. The list for True Value is never as long as the one for groceries, but it seems you never remember everything you need for a home repair or project. Those never-ending "honey-do" lists.
Most times I wander around this little hardware store looking at stuff and don't have a clue what it is or what it is used for. This particular Saturday I stuck close to Sam, and he told me later that in the space of 2 minutes, I had told him what to do several times. Like I was some big hardware expert. Which I am not!
My usual description of a home repair goes something like this:
"Hon, you know that gizmo by the stove light? Well, it started blinking so I sort of smacked it, and this little piece of metal fell out."
Sam just rolls his eyes and asks me to show him what I am talking about.
Anyway I thought about what he said. Me telling him what to do and realized he was right. I was being bossy. I apologized and decided I needed to straighten up post haste. And I did.
When we got to our "Cheers" pub, I waited for him to open the door. I waited for him to order for us, even though the waitress and I are good friends. As she showed me the latest picture of her toddler, I reached across the table and absentmindedly stroked Sam's hand. Jill smiled at our hands and then at Sam and I.
"You know, you guys are an inspiration. I sure hope my husband and I are still so in love when we get to be your age."
I could have done without the reference to my "age," but we both thanked her. We had a wonderful 2 hours, as usual. Some excellent IPA and pub grub. Lots to talk about as we anticipated an upcoming trip. I love, love, love our Saturdays.
When we returned home later, Sam pushed me up against the wall for some long slow kisses. Then he quietly led me to the bedroom and proceeded to unzip and remove my jeans and panties. As he gently positioned me over his knee, he explained that there was a spanking imminent but that it was to be a "Half and half."
I laughed and asked him, "What the hell is that?"
He explained, "Well, one of your pretty cheeks is going to be reminded that I don't need you to tell me what to do and how to do it, especially at the hardware store. The other cheek is going to be reminded how much I love you. Half and half."
The man never ceases to amaze me! And he was true to his word. I couldn't stop laughing, even as he lit into my left cheek like there was no tomorrow. After 10 or 12 good whacks, he turned his attention to my right cheek with some love taps and erotic rubbing. Just as I became complacent, he returned to the left cheek with vigor. It hurt but my tears were from laughing and nothing else. After several rounds, he finally finished up with a kiss to both cheeks.
I was thinking how lucky we were and glowing with pleasure - one side a little brighter than the other. As I rubbed a bit on the left a thought popped into my head about how this ttwd thing really works for us. Part of the time there is guidance and even discipline. Part of the time there is pampering and petting. But all the time, there is the assurance and overwhelming knowledge that I love Sam and he loves me.