Waiting ...

      Last night, he was sitting in front of his desk, getting ready to work on a painting that he started a few days ago for the baby's room. He asked me to get him a couple paper plates to put paint on, and a beer.
     I got up from the bed and sighed dramatically (jokingly) as I walked toward the door to get the things he wanted.
     "Baby, wait. Come back here and give me a kiss first," he said.
     I was about two steps from the door, so I turned and gave him a playful smile, but didn't stop or go back to him.
     "Babe .. I demand you come back here," I heard as I was walking out the door. I didn't think anything of it, really, until I walked back into the room with the plates and beer.
     The look on his face said it all.
     I walked over and gave him both the items he'd requested, then backed away and sat on the bed, giving him my cutest smile. I hoped that would be enough to cheer him up.
     "Come over here," he said.
     Moving very slowly, I made my way to him, my heart sinking deeper and deeper with each step.
     When I was close enough, he grabbed my wrist and pulled me beside him.
     "Why didn't you come back when I asked?" he wanted to know.
     All of a sudden, I couldn't look at him. I couldn't come up with an answer, either. Finally I blurted, "I was getting your stuff..."
      He shook his head. "No. I demanded you come back, and you didnt."
     I sank to my knees, burying my face in his lap. "I'm sorry," I whispered. 
     He smoothed my hair back with his calloused hand. "When I said please come back the first time, that should have been enough." he told me, his voice firm, but loving.
     "Yes sir,"
     Before this happened, he had assigned me something naughty to do while he was painting. He still allowed me to do that, but told me that once he was finished for the night I would be spanked, because I should have listened the first time.
      I nodded soberly. "Yes sir." I replied softly.
      He kissed me, and that was that. He started to paint, and I was allowed to do my naughty task. Every now and then he would stop painting and look over at me, doing just what he told me to, and give me another instruction.
      Unfortunately, the batteries died in the toy I was using (FIGURES .. and we had NO backups lol) so I didn't get to complete his assignment, but it was still nice. I crawled under the covers and laid there until he climbed into bed with me.
      He pulled me into his arms, wrapping them tightly around me. He said nothing about my punishment or the incident itself, and fell asleep holding me.
      I wasn't sure how to feel. On the one hand, I wasn't looking forward to being punished. I didn't want to find out what evil implement he planned on using to teach me my lesson, I didn't want it to hurt. As I fell asleep last night, I was really okay with him forgetting. This morning was a whole different story. As more time passed after waking up without him mentioning it at all, it started to eat at me. Did he forget? Am I still getting spanked? Obviously, it didn't matter to him after all because he didn't remember. I felt confused and sort of irritated with myself, too. I didn't want it to be such a big deal to me that he'd forgotten to discipline me. I felt all out of sorts and of course, when he asked me what was wrong, I couldn't figure out how to tell him. Talk about frustrating! Eventually, once I was at work and looking at things from a different point of view, I texted him and just said ...you forgot something last night... he replied with an apology, but nothing further, and I went right back to wondering if I still had a punishment coming or if he'd decided not to do it at all.  So, I asked.

     

      So, there 'ya have it, folks. I'm gettin spanked. Even though I'm relieved that it's going to be taken care of and put behind us, I hate waiting. *sigh*