Spanking of the Week

Okay, so I shouldn't have mouthed off. Especially in front of his parents. And yes, I  too far when I called him a blockhead for not agreeing with me. I know better. Larry doesn't mind at all when I disagree with his political point of view, but he does expect me to treat him with respect, which name calling certainly was not. As soon as the word came out of my mouth I knew I was in trouble, but did I stop? No. I didn't. Why would I? I was on a roll. I told him that only an idiot could agree with the mayor who wanted to charge landlords $100 per year per unit to maintain their license. This, obviously, would raise rent and the already money strapped tenants would be forced to seek cheaper housing in neighbouring towns. Larry just nodded and quietly said that we should agree to disagree and tried to change the subject. Did I let him? No. I drew in his father asking if he at least agreed with me since he owned 10 rental units. Mr. Brown deferred to answer saying that he'd rather hear about how I liked my new car. Finally, realising that I was defeated, I pouted. 

As soon as we got home, Larry grabbed my arm and escorted me into the bedroom. He scolded me for my attitude and name calling and told me to strip. Knowing he was right, I did it, but still sulked. He continued to scold, telling me how disappointed he was in my behaviour. He made me tell him at three different ways I could have expressed my opinion in a more respectful way. All the time he was making me think and talk, he used his belt on my bottom. I couldn't sink away from the pain, because I had to focus on my words. He kept up a steady rhythm and soon enough I was sobbing. I knew he was right. I should never have resorted to childishness. Now, I have to suffer the consequences. By the time I weeped out my third alternative, Larry had stopped the spanking. He rubbed my back and told me that he loved me. He was going to leave me to rest and when I felt up to it, I should join him in the living room for a glass of wine and a quiet evening. 

My husband has many good qualities, but some of the highest are his sense of fairness and his ability to forgive and forget.