I guess different women want different things from their husband. Some want diamonds and jewels, some want candy or flowers. We know what we all want – but there are so many times that’s just not possible. I keep trying to convince Nick that it’s the connection I want more than anything. And for me the little things count enormously.
I love it when he takes my hand in public. I love it when a vanilla friend makes a comment that a spanko could take the wrong way and he’ll grin at me. I love it when we walk through stores and he points out possible pervertibles – even better if he buys one of them.
I love all those words and phrases that Ella’s pointed out lately, although they are not Nick’s strong suit. But I guess my favorite things is a quick text when I’m not expecting one. Something simple is just fine – “Are you behaving?” or “You know what happens to naughty wives.” I think it’s just the fact that he stopped during his day and thought of me. Like many things he’ll think of it for a time and then it fades away for a while.
But it must have come to his mind the other day and right around three o’clock we had the following exchange by email:
Nick: Is a ‘good girl’ able to follow instructions without complaining.”
PK: I’m sure they are. Do you know any?
Nick: Remains to be determined.
And we had such a fun time when I got home. He wanted to sit and talk a while – but he wanted me without clothes. I think this is a fantasy for men to have their wives sitting in the living room nude. Company coming to the door is such a rarity it didn’t worry me any. So I complied and we talked a while – there was some spanking fun and even some sweet loving right there in the living room! Ahhh… the joys of an empty nest.
Afterwards we got dressed, just like respectable people and maybe five minutes later there was a knock on the door. It was the man who took some trees down for us coming by for payment. Had he been a minute or two earlier and he would have definitely gotten more than he bargained for.
I don’t need diamonds or jewels, and I sure don’t need any candy. But a little text, a little attention, now that’s what I want.