A week of lows and highs

I’ve had an interesting week. Good or bad, I’m not completely sure. I’ve been feeling pretty bad about the weight loss program lately. I hadn’t been recording my point for WW, I hadn’t been exercising, and I’d started overeating just a little. I was very down about it and although it’s not usually something I’d do, I sent Nick an email telling him all this. I knew I needed his help and I was hoping that he would spank me to help snap me back into a better frame of mind. This was last Wednesday. He answered my email, thanking me for letting him know and telling me we’d talk about it.

I had a workshop after school that day and, as usual, when I finally escaped after five, there was steam coming out of my ears. I didn’t want to bring the feelings home with me. I tried to mostly put it out of my mind, but deep down I was really hoping Nick would be there ready to spank me hard enough to pull my thoughts back to ‘us’ where they belong. Around eight that evening I was in the kitchen when Nick came in and picked up a wooden spoon. I got a few light swats on the bottom and a suggestion to go to the gym more. I couldn’t help it, I was hurt, I was angry and I was beyond frustrated! Do you think I let Nick know what I was feeling - of course not!

I spent the evening acting pleasant while mentally composing scathing posts and emails in my mind. I was still upset when I went to bed, I didn’t want to cuddle and I stayed on my edge of the bed. I’m happy to say that age has brought me some wisdom; I’m working on letting Nick do things in his own time. His time frame and mine aren’t always the same. By the next morning I had calmed down. Decided to stop ranting in my head and do as Nick had said before – don’t be so impatient. I did start recording my WW points again and I even decided to walk the next afternoon. Nick joined me and I knew I wasn’t mad any more.

On my Friday weigh in I was down just over half a pound, better than I had thought. When I got home from school, before I could get on the computer, Nick came into the living room carrying the leather strap. He said he hadn’t said much about my not following through on the WW, but he did not want me to let it go again. He was saying all this while strapping my bottom hard! He might not have known it, but he was getting a happier wife with each stroke.

He really does want me to exercise at least a little each day and he said I’d need to do that Saturday. I swear it would be easier to give up eating completely. We were busy Saturday morning and then I was dying to get to some writing and we were going out with friends for supper. I hadn’t exactly gotten around to the exercise part of the day. I stepped next door to give something to one of our neighbors and, of course, we ended up chatting for a good while. When I came back home I came in deliberately panting. Nick looked at me curiously and I said “I’ve been talking with neighbor and we did jumping Jacks the whole time!” Hmmmm… I don’t think he believed me.

It was about that time I noticed he had never taken the strap back to the bedroom. Nick said “You know that there are penalties for lying to your husband, don’t you?” And I got a few good swats to make sure I did know. Again… happy wife! I suppose we’ll never be on exactly the same page at the same time. I doubt I’ll ever be spanked as often or as hard as I’d sometimes like to be. But we’ve been doing this a while now and Nick has never given up on me. I drug him into this, into the role of spanker when it was never something he asked for and yet he has not stopped trying to give me what I want and need. I think that makes him pretty special.

Although I don’t believe he ever read the post about what I bought, at least he never said anything about it, and I haven’t had the nerve to bring it up. I guess we have another dust collector.