I got jipped. And spanked.
Last weekend, I spent 8 hours doing a very big chore for the kid for health reasons. (Somebody was about to call the Health Department on the condition of said child's room. That person was me.) I knew that what I faced rivaled the Great Pacific Garbage Patch or Stanton Island's Fresh Kills Dump (sounds like I just went fishing -- I did, but I'l get to that in a minute. Don't worry, I washed my hands before typing this.) I expressed as I was knee deep into the chore 5 hours later, that the kid owed me and had to do some of MY chores. I should have got it in writing.
Five days later, Storm held me accountable for a couple of the things that I was responsible for in our ttwd relationship that had gone ...... well, undone. I didn't notice because I had unexpected company again and I was out of the house much of the time with him. My father took me fishing! Woot! Okay, Windy, you were out having fun and neglecting your chores. First of all, zip your lips, and second of all, fishing can be a vigorous kind of activity.
Let me explain that not all types of fishing are the same. (Sorry, Rosie, you can skip this part if you want.) Sitting in a lawn chair and falling asleep with your fishing pole in one hand and an adult beverage in the other is probably relaxing. However, when we salmon fish in creeks and lakes on the shore as we do, we sometimes have to climb and fish off of huge rocks. Yes, there are little rocks, too, but not the kind we use for landscaping where we can sink down a bit and achieve stable grounding. No, these little devils are just barely big enough for us to step on and God only knows if they're going to hold our weight (they don't) and so we walk along the rocky shore looking like fully grown straight men trying to stand upright in 5 inch stilettos. Or we look like one of those runway models forced to wear 9 inch chunky heals while walking like a flamingo and oops, there goes an ankle ...... and she tries to right herself only for it to happen again and now she looks like a newborn colt trying to find its legs. Add a fishing pole to that classy look and about 80 pounds and there you have me, walking along the shore.
Once we find a spot, we're standing on very hard ground, sometimes at 45 degree angles to get to the water. The wind is often a factor here, so if we don't have the greatest balance, it will blow us sideways on already unsteady ground. My dad is not really old, but I'm old and he's my dad, so he's older. So I am trying to keep an eye on him. There are no restrooms when you're fishing like this, there are no fast food restaurants, so you bring the picnic with you in your backpack -- creamy peanut butter and strawberry jelly sandwiches, beef jerky, granola bars, and cold bottled water. It's wonderful, but it's heavy and cumbersome, and you haven't even put one of your 3 fishing poles in the water yet! There are not just worms to carry. There are red worms, night-crawlers, spawn sac, wax worms.......... all carried in an iced down container, and then a separate battery operated bucket that blows oxygen into the water for your 3 dozen minnows. That's just the live bait.
Fishing is a blast, but it is also very hard work and we often go home fish-less. This time, my dad caught a small salmon ......... and guess who had to put it in the wire basket and tie it to the rocks so it doesn't float away. How do you tie it to a rock, Windy? You tell me, then we'll both know!
So, two days of this and I am exhausted. The two days before that, I spent cleaning the landfill. I had just grilled steaks and Storm and I finally have some time alone during dinner. .......... While I washed my hands well and changed my clothes, I did not shower yet because I did not have time. Ugh.
I don't know about you gals, but if the "offense" isn't something truly serious, even though it holds a penalty, I like to whine about it. "Spank her, not me!" Of course, I am kidding, but I AM trying to get out of the spanking. "I spent 8 hours doing her chore and I'm getting spanked for it?" Storm, "You should have stopped at hour 7 and done what you agreed to do for me." Hmp! Well, I guess he told me! So we're finishing dinner and Storm says let's go take care of the spanking you have coming. Whine. Whine. Not my fault....... ok... etc.........
We go into the bedroom ........ I am pouting........ I bend over the bed and he pulls my pants down and I said, "I hope it stinks."
"You hope it stinks?" he laughingly repeats, "That just earned you extra!" And then, I could not stop laughing throughout the entire spanking....... and so my body is bouncing and apparently so is my ass because Storm says, "Good thing I know how to hit a moving target! And I can spank a stinky one just as easily as a fresh one!" (And, NO, it did not stink!)
The whole spanking really wasn't a very serious one, and it's a good thing because we were both laughing so hard. Storm just had to take a care of a little "housekeeping" because I didn't take care of my own!
What about you ? Do you get the kind of spanking that is important because the rules have to be reinforced, but the spanking itself doesn't turn out to be that serious?