When I posted about breaking my first implement last weekend, little did I know that I would be doing a repeat performance just a week later. But to both of our surprise, I broke another one Saturday night.
There's a long story behind it, but basically Steve recently learned about canes and decided we needed one. I tried to talk him out it to no avail. Rather than buy something that he wasn't sure he'd like, he did some thinking and decided to buy a wooden dowel to try, figuring it would be similar enough for him to make a decision.
He did a few mild to moderate test swings when we first got the dowel. It was just as stingy as I had imagined and I told him I didn't like it. Of course I have said the same thing about all of our other implements so he wasn't too worried about me disliking it. In fact, he considered that a good thing, incentive to stay out of trouble.
A little while later I managed to get myself in trouble. The thing in question was not something he had told me to do. However, he had mentioned a few times over the last couple weeks that it was something that was irking him. So even though he hadn't told me to do it, he felt that fact that he had mentioned it more than once was reason enough that I should have did it anyway.
He reached over for the new dowel and we were off. Since it was now a punishment rather than just testing the implement, he picked up the pace and the force of the swings. About a minute in to the spanking, I heard the sound of wood connecting with wood. It didn't occur to me what it was until I felt something hit my hand and looked over to find a piece of the dowel laying beside it. The sound I heard was the piece of dowel flying and hitting the dresser on my side of the bed before bouncing back to hit me in the hand.
My buns of steel have struck again. That makes two implements in a week. At the rate I'm going, we won't have anything left by Christmas.