You all know about my multiple personalities so I think it time to introduce you to Nick's.
First off there’s Nick. My wonderful husband. He loves me. He takes care of me. He makes me laugh. He cooks and cleans and does the laundry. He takes care of the yard and the pool and the cars. All this while still working and helping to take care of his dad. When I came to him with this crazy idea – wanting him to spank me, he was surprised, confused and most importantly, willing.
When we began, I had visions of exploring my submissive side, accountability, some discipline. None of that really panned out, but one of Nick’s personalities really enjoyed this new aspect of our relationship.
Meet Spanky. Spanky was around a lot in the beginning, less so now. He could come up with lots of reasons to spank. Not big spankings, rather little things – like anytime I bent over in his presents, anytime I walked by naked, basically anytime his hand and my butt were anywhere close to one another. Now he mostly hangs out in the kitchen where he loves to reach for those handy pervertables.
But yesterday Spanky was back with a reason. I love reasons, but I think this one was a stretch. Show of hands, how many of you have been spanked for telling your husband good-night? I mean really!
Nick has, what is to me, a strange schedule. He gets up in the middle of the night and goes to work. He gets up between 3:30 and 4:00 in the morning. He leaves the house between 4:30 and 5:00. I like him to tell me by as he’s leaving, even though I’m barely awake. I usually answer, “Love you.” He tells me it sometimes takes him saying good-by several times before it penetrates my sleeping state.
The other morning he says, “By, I’m leaving now” and in my sleepy, near comatose state I muttered, “Night, night” and rolled back over for another two and a half to three hours of blissful sleep.
Evidentially, telling your hard-working husband, leaving for work well before dawn, ‘night, night’ is a no-no. Spanky made this known to me just before we were heading out the other night. Yes, ol’ Spanky just pops up where you least expect him.
But Nick did turn to me as he headed to bed last night to wish me a cheerful good morning!
Now my husband has one more distinct personality. I’ll tell you about him Monday.