Friday, June 27, 2014
Fool Me Once
I've always liked this expression. I tend to think people are inherently good until they give me a reason to think otherwise. I'm more wary with them after that.
As you may recall from my last post, Steve snookered me into giving up the new rubber paddle that I had bought and then second-guessed giving him. Shame on him.
Yesterday I found myself feeling that paddle yet again. More on that in a minute. After the spanking was over and we had snuggled for a bit, Steve asked which paddle I hated more, the rubber or the wood.
He had already fooled me once this week. I wasn't going to get fooled again. I'm no dummy. I knew that this wasn't an innocent question. I knew that if I answered, he'd file that little tidbit of info away in his head and remember it the next time I found myself in hot water.
So I told him they both sucked.
He just laughed. I think he knew I knew what he was up to.
As for the spanking, I have to admit it surprised me a bit. Ever since we started this journey, Steve has been trying to break me of my habit of forgetting laundry. I either forget to transfer it from the washer to the dryer or I forget to fold it and put it away. For the most part, he's succeeded. I'm a lot better about it than I used to be.
Or at least I was until this week. Over the weekend, he had mentioned he was getting low on socks. Ever the dutiful wife (quit laughing!), I made it a point to start a load of his clothes that day. I even remembered to put them in the dryer and turn it on (sadly, I've forgot that part before too). But that's all I did.
A couple nights later, he went to get some socks and he was out. Normally this is a sure-fire way for me to get in trouble, but he was tired so he let it go since I jumped up and ran out to the laundry room to get him a pair.
The second night, I remembered the socks on my own and brought a pair in for him without him saying a word. But I still didn't bring in the rest of the laundry.
On the third night, I forgot. I realized it the next morning when I heard him grumbling about it while I was half-asleep. Apparently attempting to get dressed when your sock drawer only has two holey socks is not a good thing.
Even though I knew he wasn't happy about it, I wasn't really expecting to get in trouble. For the most part, I've managed to keep myself out of trouble these past couple months. But the few times I've slipped, he hasn't even called me on it. I guess he figured with spanking on the back burner right now, it would do much good to call me on it because we both know nothing is going to happen.
That evening, Steve gave me a quick swat while I was passing through and quietly said he should spank me over the socks. Even then, I still didn't think I was really in trouble. It wasn't until later when he said I was definitely getting spanked over it along with a few other things as soon as he had the time that I realized my predicament.
But I figured it would be a while before he had the time and privacy so I just said okay. Then I made it a point to go get the clothes right then so I could get them put away before it happened again.
Wouldn't you know the very next day he got the time and privacy he needed? His parents came and picked up our daughter so they could spend some time with her since they didn't get to see her all last week while she was out of town with my family. So I was alone in the house when Steve got home.
After taking care of a few household chores, he gave me a pointed look and said he was going to the bedroom. I followed. Paddles came out, socks and other things were mentioned, promises to be good were made.
In other news, our problem with finding time and privacy may soon be over. Steve told me last night that he was told that the department is shutting down in one more week, at which point he'll be transferred to another department that has more reasonable hours. I'm hoping and praying it's true.