Five More Swats!

Today, Storm keeps going around the house saying, "Five More Swats!"  Okay, so at first I thought it was funny, and he said it like 3 times within the span of 10 minutes, which had both of us laughing so hard.   True, I was being very impatient with him and he does need to notice when my behavior is poor, such as when I am blatantly showing my irritation,  impatience, intolerance,  ...... all the negative words a wife can express that start with the letter "i."   We will see if he follows through on this though.  I will keep you posted as I have just started this draft.

A short time later ......

Storm tells me at lunchtime that the swats are adding up.  I'm sorry, what?  He was apparently not joking earlier?  Who are you and what have you done with my husband?  So I test the waters a little bit. "Well, how about subtracting some for all the work I did outside today? (I was working on a cleanup project in the garage that he has been saying he's going to do for over a month now and I am tired of looking at the huge mess.)  So he says, "We may have to because this number is getting pretty high."   I told you I am having a bad day.  I had an even worse one yesterday.  So I still think he is kidding about the whole thing. Then he comes back into the kitchen and says, "I thought about it, and no.  I'm not subtracting."   Hmm.  And then, "Because you do a lot of good things, so if I start subtracting, the number will be too low."   Me, "Apparently, you're not paying attention to everything I say all day."  And I really am not trying to be a snot when I said that.  It's true.  He gives me entirely too much credit and too much the benefit of the doubt.  Overall, that is a wonderful quality for a husband to have about his wife.  But, not when they're in a TTWD relationship and she is being impatient, irritated, and intolerant.  We had several serious discussions yesterday about TTWD ......some very frustrating ones, if I am being honest.  This talking and saying what I need is driving me nuts.  And the more I talk, the more I feel like I am doing that "topping from the bottom" thing and I absolutely HATE that feeling.  Storm has not told me that is what I am doing.  He wants me to talk to him about what I am feeling and what I need.  But, we're just not ending up on the same page right now.  And so I do that thing where I want us to talk but I want HIM to talk. Me, "What do you hear me saying because I am tired of my own voice!!?"  That kind of frustrating communication.

So for the first time, I can answer YES to a few things that have never happened here in our home.  Yes, I was trying to talk him into less intense of a spanking before I even knew he was going to spank for sure.  Yes, negotiation is new territory. And, yes, I really wasn't sure what to make of this sudden tally he was keeping in his head as we had never even discussed such a thing!

Several weeks ago, I was trying to tell him what he would be in trouble for if I was the HOH, which is why I ended up writing how terrible of an HOH I would actually make "here."  And so every imaginary minor infraction that occurred around the house, I would grab my pencil that I keep nearby when I am typing because sometimes I take a break from that and actually write with a pencil and paper..  It depends on my mood and if I am sick of looking at the computer screen.  It also depends on how numb my pinkie finger on my right hand is from the way I hold this laptop with my wrists.  So, if he left a kitchen cabinet open, I'd run over to him and pretend to spank him with my pencil.  And he laughed and was not offended..... so I kept doing things like that... and he would just keep laughing each time.  And then he'd say, "This is what you want to get in trouble for, huh? This kind of stuff?"  And the answer is no, not that ridiculous stuff, but some of the more serious things, YES! So that has been going on for weeks and apparently, today, when I pretended to spank him  with my hand instead of my pencil, because he really was getting on my nerves with the SLOW way he was putting all the cardboard boxes that I had cut up and flattened... into the trunk....... he told me I could go in the house and I told him that no, I had to stay there and make sure he didn't take half an hour to do a five minute job.  Thus, the whole "Five swats for spouting off!" thing started.

Later in the early evening...........
He just left the house to go run an errand, but he came over to kiss me goodbye and told me that we would be spending time in there ..... pointing to the bedroom....... when he gets home.  Well, apparently he was serious after all and really what I have to say as I am sitting here typing out my thoughts is IT IS ABOUT TIME.   And so let's see how this goes. I have a feeling he is going to take things up a notch or two and that my rear end will be paying the price for my mouth and attitude.  I am not nervous; I'm curious.  Okay, I am a little nervous, actually.  And a little turned on, too. Hmmm.  Will let you know how it goes.

Later that same evening.....
I am back to tell you that Storm did indeed take things up a notch.  He warmed me up with his hand for a few minutes.  And then told me to stand up and turn around and face him.  Okay.  "It's important that we respect each other.  I need to respect you and you need to respect me. "   Okay, I'm listening.  He's looking me directly in the eye...... I am naked and he is fully clothed.  I feel awkward, but I still pretty much manage to look him in the face.  And then I am watching his expressions as he continues to talk to me because he has never said these words to me before.  In theory, yes.  In general, sort of.  But, not directly.  "And the number has actually gone up because I thought of something else that you did."  Really?  I did?  I have no idea what he is going to say.  "You insulted yourself when I showed you the way I thought you might save time flattening out these boxes -- you called yourself a name."   Oh.  He's right, I did.  Probably another "i" word that is getting me in trouble recently -- Idiot.  It's just that the way he showed me made so much more sense to me and would be quicker and easier than the way I was doing it for 2 hours today.  So I called myself an idiot.  "So I am going to start holding you more accountable for things."  Okay. So things have just verbally gone way beyond up a notch.  And then he hugs me to him again and  I can physically feel in him that this is going to be different. It already is.  And then, "Bend over again."  I do.  And he tells me the number, which I will not tell you other than to say it is divisible by 5.  By number 6, I wasn't quite sure I would be able to make it to the final destination without doing that frightening "fire dance" I have read about on so many of you gals' blogs.  And that would be new to me because I ALWAYS stay almost completely still, no matter what.  And so, I started doing a little concentrated deep breathing except for when the spanks continued, I found myself holding my breath.  And then I would start deep breathing all over again.  My face was in the bed, so Storm could not see me grimacing.  I have grimaced before, but not at swat number 6.  I've also never counted in my head until the very end of spankings..... never for the whole thing.....

And afterwards we got intimate, and I was exhausted laying naked on my stomach on the bed.  "I could fall asleep right now."  It is still just barely daylight.  Storm  "Well, you should be tired because you worked hard today, you got your ass worked over today, and you just got your ----"   fill in the rest however you imagine it went.