Sir Says

It's late, I'm tired, and I'm over his lap getting a spanking that I asked for.

I'm positioned over his lap so that my head is right next to his nightstand--where I suspect my favorite implement is. So, without prompting and without moving my body an inch, I reach up and open the drawer to peek inside.

"What are you doing, young lady? Did I tell you to move or open that drawer?" he asks.

"I was just looking!" I reply.

Hard smacks ensue. Then he announces that we are going to play a little game called "Sir Says." I take an educated guess that the premise of the game is going to be like "Simon Says," and I'm feeling pretty good, because I've always been good at Simon Says!

"Sir says get on all fours," he says. 

Up I go onto all fours, and he spanks me like that for a while.

"Sir says lay back down," he says. 

I lay back down. This is easy!

"Open the drawer and get me an implement," he says.

I don't move. Ha, he can't get me that easily!

Silence.

"Open the drawer," he says.

Still nothing.

"Are you disobeying a direct order, young lady?" he asks.

"Uuuuhhh...yes sir? Isn't that the game?" I ask.

"You're assuming the rules are the same," he says, as he lets loose a flurry of hard and fast smacks to my poor bottom cheeks. I yell out and squirm around, making him laugh. It seems he is really enjoying this.

"Open the drawer and get me an implement," he says, again.

Now that I know his clever "rules," I open the drawer and pull out an implement.

"Did I say 'Sir Says'?" he asks. "No! You broke the rules." 

My bottom is assaulted by another wave of hard, fast smacks, this time with the little wooden spatula I've pulled out. I squirm around even more.

"This game isn't faaaaaaaaair!!!!" I whine. "I can't win!!!"

"Did I say it was fair? I'm the winner of this game, young lady," he says, as he continues to redden my cheeks with the spatula.

What a clever guy my husband is. I resign myself to my losing status, but the game doesn't last very long, as we are both laughing considerably. He puts lotion on my bottom later, and I can't help thinking that I was the winner of the game, despite the rules being obviously tipped in his favor.

Pushing "Reset"

Anyone remember having to push "reset" on the original Nintendo console when the game decided to resemble a mowed lawn on your TV screen? Well, attention from my husband acts as a sort of "reset" button for me.  Last night, I finally got the attention I was craving all weekend from him, but not without some questionable behavior on my part : /

He came home from drill exhausted, and, after we hugged and ate tacos, we laid down on the living room carpet to talk.  I was telling him about my day, and he fell asleep...

He was so adorable and peaceful passed out on the floor, so I quietly moved away and did my own thing, but I was somewhat disappointed that we had hardly touched each other all weekend, and now I had to wait even longer!

It was a power nap...he woke up about a half hour later, and we immediately began the business of preparing all of the necessary paperwork for registering our new car and getting me an in-state driver's license the next day. I perfectly understood that all of this needed to be done, but I couldn't help getting more and more resentful as it got later and later.  I wanted attention, damn it, and though I was trying my best to be patient and attentive, I finally burst out:

"You haven't given me attention all evening!  You've been gone all weekend, we haven't had time for anything, and you haven't spanked me in two days!  I broke a rule and you didn't even know it!  And I started a spanking blog two days ago!"

All of this poured out in a less-than-flattering whiny voice of impatience.  He sighed.

"You're testing me," he said.

"Maybe," I replied.

Time to push "reset."  He pulled me over his lap, rid me of my pants and underwear, and finally delivered my well overdue and, at this point, well deserved spanking.

"So, when were you planning on telling me about this blog?  You're welcome to volunteer information anytime, young lady.  I shouldn't have to ask you every single day whether you've done what you're supposed to," he lectured, while attending to my bottom with his hand.  At this point, we began to banter back and forth about what, in particular, he had missed by not inquiring about my actions.  He is very lenient in allowing me to backtalk and discuss my point while I'm over his lap, which is something I may have to suggest he change  (remember, he was born vanilla and very new to all of this--I'm the one who suggests rules and he chooses whether to make them official :)

One thing he is not lenient about, however, is my requirement to address him as "Sir" while I am over his lap (this one he came up with on his own).  And I was very much neglecting the requirement, what with trying to make a point and all.  His spanks suddenly became much sharper and harder, taking me by surprise, and effectively shutting me up.

"Are you forgetting something, young lady?" he asked.

"Ow!!  Yes, sir!" I cried out.

He finished out the spanking in silence, and, after it was over, I sat up in his lap, facing him, and he held me in his arms for a long time.  I felt so loved and so at home there, finally getting the attention I missed all weekend.

Our new lifestyle has made me insanely affectionate, and my craving for physical intimacy and attention from him is practically insatiable.  If it doesn't happen a couple times a day, I become ornery, restless, and resentful.

But, his firm then loving attention to my whiny impatience reset me to a happy, content, and rational wife.