I'm celebrating today. You see I have now entered the ranks of those with buns of steel. Last night for the very first time ever I broke an implement with my butt.
I managed to get myself in hot water on Thursday for forgetting a chore. It didn't help that the chore in question was one of Steve's pet peeves. After he spanked me, he told me I had to do it the next day. He also said if it wasn't done when he got home, there would be dire consequences. He spelled out those consequences in explicit detail so there was no question that he was serious about it. It wasn't a pretty picture. It never is when it involves your most hated implements, the words deliberate disobedience and a promise of not sitting easily afterwards.
I have a bad habit of procrastinating. Even though I know it's better to get stuff done early so I can relax for the rest of the day, I put stuff off. If I happen to remember the chore during the day, I check the clock to see how much time I have left and then put it off some more. I keep putting it off until I'm down to an hour, sometimes less. Then I rush around in a frenzy to get stuff done.
A lot of times it works. This time wasn't one of them. Since the chore would only take me a few minutes to do, I put it off until the last minute. Steve got home earlier than I expected and I was busted.
Later that evening we were in the bedroom. Him swatting fast and furious. Me laid across the pillow struggling to stay still and submit to the spanking. About halfway through the spanking, I thought I heard a faint snap. A few seconds later Steve said "Well that didn't last long."
I looked up from the pillow I had my face buried in to find him holding the handle of the paint stirring stick in his hand with the upper part of it hanging down. Apparently he hadn't realized it broke until he went to swat me again with it and felt the upper part hit his hand. I cracked up.
He let me have my laugh for a minute before continuing on with the remaining implements. I ended up getting off a little easier than Steve planned thanks to our dog. He's a small dog, but thinks he's a lot bigger. He's also very protective of our family, especially me. He has got between me and Steve before and once bit the wooden spoon I was being spanked with.
But for some reason we forgot to put him out like we usually do. About the time the paint stick broke, he realized what was going on and came rushing out of the blanket to protect me. He started barking and growling at Steve. When that didn't work, he got in between us to block the swats. After moving him a few times and having him get right back in the way, Steve gave up.
I think my little hero deserves a steak. Then I'm going to go do a Buns of Steel workout. Now that I know my butt can break an implement, I'm setting my goal for the wooden spoon and hanger.