About my Wednesday...

Let me tell you about Wednesday. Maybe I should go back to Monday. After work Monday I went home, got my gym clothes and headed out to exercise. I got to the gym and sat in my car for a bit just dreading going in. Really most of the time I don’t mind but I was tired. I knew I had an hour there and I needed to go by the drugstore to get some stuff for the kids Easter baskets (I don’t care how old they are, as long as I am around the Easter Bunny is coming.) I just didn’t want to exercise so I blew is off and just went shopping. Who was going to know?

So when I did get home Nick gave me a hug and asked “Did you work hard at the gym?” I didn’t really want to admit I just hadn’t gone and it didn’t really matter so I just said “No not really” and left it at that. It wasn’t a big deal and I didn’t think anymore about it that night.

I went to the gym the next day and all was find but it was actually bugging me that I had sort of lied to Nick. I emailed Carye about it. She and I are close on how our diets are going and how our husbands usually react. After we talked a while I decided maybe I should just go on and tell him because it was bothering me.

So I finally sent him the following email.

I don't know if this is my assignment or just talking but I am feeling a little guilty about something. In the grand scheme of things I guess it’s no big deal and to be honest I am a little surprised that it is bothering me so much. I didn’t go to the gym Monday and I let you believe that I did. I know if I had just told you that I wasn’t going you wouldn’t have really cared. And if I had just said I didn’t go you wouldn’t have really cared but I did feel bad for just acting like I went and not saying anything. I did actually go but I just couldn’t make myself go in. Maybe I really am changing. I don’t think this would have bothered me in the past. But I feel that we are close now and it was bothering me. So I wanted to tell you and let you know I won’t do it again. I am really am sorry.

I felt better after I sent is because I realized I felt relaxed and did really worry about what he would say. I didn’t really think he would spank me because we don’t do a lot of discipline. He doesn’t ‘make me’ go to the gym that is my choice. But when I read his response a little later he really said exactly what I needed to hear. Here is what he said.

Maybe it wouldn't seem like a big deal normally. But if we are working together to get you shapelier and healthier and you are to be held accountable for your actions and progress then it's a little different. If you are supposed to go to the gym and just can't make it we at least need to discuss it (and talk about motivation). I do appreciate you feeling that you needed to set things straight. I expect with next week coming up you plan on going to the gym every chance you get between now and then! I also expect you to be eating smart. Enough for now, but we may need to revisit this topic.

Although I always want it to be so I loved hearing that he felt we are truly working together on this together.

That afternoon I took Mollie to baby-sit and then I went to the gym. Nick was here when I got home and the first thing he asked me was if I had made it all the way into the gym. I laughed and assured him I had. He didn’t seem upset about what I had told him and we talked a little. I told him, "As Cassie would say, I didn’t exactly lie – I just didn’t correct his assumption."

Then Nick asked “And what would Tom have done?”

What?

This wasn’t a question I would ever have expected Nick to ask.

“Well you are always holding them up as an exemplary couple.”

So I hedged “I think he would tell her not to do it again.”

“Anything else?”

Hmmmm….

Nick went on “I think he would get out the hairbrush.”

He held out his hand and when I took it he led me back to the bedroom. He did get out the hair brush – I have to agree with Cassie on this too. That thing is no toy.

He sat on the bed and put me over his lap. He started with my jeans on but it still stung and didn’t seem like a good thing. The jeans weren’t on long. Panties may add a psychological barrier but not much more. Of course it wasn’t long before they were history too. I know many of you like OTK but I really like snuggling down on my bed when I am being spanked. But that day it wasn’t to be.

Nick soon stood me up and said “Come with me”. You know I have gotten pretty comfortable being nude in front of Nick these days but somehow having only my shirt on was a little embarrassing. He headed back to the living room where he sat in a straight back chair and pulled me over his lap again. “Now this put thing at the right angle” he observer. Then he really went to town with that brush! Dang, that thing hurt!! And he wasn’t kidding around. It was the hardest spanking I have ever had and he didn’t stop until he was finished!

He finally stopped and started rubbing then he let me up. We went back to lie on the bed. He looked at my bottom and mildly observed that there might be some bruising. I think lying there with him right then I felt as close as I ever had to him. My bottom was still on fire but I felt wonderful – connected, cared for, secure, loved. And really is there anything else we are looking for in life?

But if we ever do have another situation like this I think I'll leave Cassie and Tom out of it!