This is the tale of a mess of a wife and an irritated husband.
Once upon a time in a little village by the seaside there lived a long married (happily, actually very happily) middle aged couple. This odd pair live a lifestyle most commonly known as ttwd.
Yes indeed, they did their own thing, as did lots of their friends all over the world.
Each couple lived this life in their own way, with rules for some and none for others.
"How unfair "I hear you cry. Well true, but hey ho life is what it is, as much as we bemoan our fate.
One fine day, and believe me the winds and rain are upon us now, so fine days are few and far between our couple went to the nearest town to do a bit of shopping, for the festive season of Christmas is nearly upon us.
Before I regale you with the day's adventures can I just say a word or two in defence of the sweet wife ( Hmm,glossing over some of her less attractive attributes here....) For the last few months said wife has had a few health issues, really big ones and a few other stressful life issues that have dragged her down. She has possibly tried the patience of the nice husband just a wee bit. In truth the patience of a saint would probably have reached it's limit.
Okay on with the jolly day out...
Now as far as the wife was aware nothing unusual was happening, a
Husband however was getting seriously cross and keeping quiet about it.
Innocent wife carried on blithely annoying him without knowing.
At this point I do feel a warning would have been appropriate but nothing was said :(
On returning home whilst putting the shopping away, hiding all the presents our heroine didn't realize husband's intentions until from the bedroom came....
"In here, now!"
"What, why, what do you want?"
She wandered in to discover the pillows piled at the end of the bed and husband standing in a certain familiar position with that "look" on his face. If you don't know what look you are lying and as I have been in trouble I am quite happy to grass anyone else up for fibbing as I so don't feel like being the only naughty one around here :(
"Are you playing?"
"Not a chance, skirt up, knickers down and over the pillows. "
At this point our poor girl had no idea what she had done... bewildered but sort of obedient she assumed the position. There may have been a teensy bit of arguing first. Now the aforementioned husband is not a particularly good lecturer ( I am sure he won't mind me telling you, we all have our good and bad points after all).
The spanking commenced fast and furious. And jolly hard!
"ALL day you have been putting yourself down, and I am fed up with it. Why in earth would you call yourself a fat ugly mess? What makes you think I would be with someone like that? All day long you have been doing it"
The lecture continued in this vein for a bit and even included
"Did you see what was out there in that Market Place today, for God's sake you are not a mess.
Repeat after me "I am not a mess"
Nothing was repeated, hubby pressed the issue, (several times) He even decided that the belt may help his case. Ouch!!
"Come on, say it". More spanking, lots of ouch-ing, owie-ing and squiggling, but no words...
Couldn't do it, just couldn't do it. And then a rare occurrence happened
Tears, lots and lots of tears and finally
"I can't say it , I am not allowed to lie.................."
Speechless, the darling husband stopped at once and everything turned to cuddles and hugs.
Firmly he said, " You are not a fat ugly mess and you had better not say it ever again. I will not have you put yourself down like that"
This is how a new rule came into place in the little house in the village by the seaside, how the maybe not such a mess wife discovered that she was not allowed to say just whatever she felt like, at least not without consequences. She also discovered that there are definitely times when her placid easygoing husband would not let things go,
and that he loved her just as she is. :)
And I love him too, more than words could say.
Hope you all are having a good week, with or without the spankings you do or do not deserve.