And that was the end of my no spanking or corner time streak of nearly, almost...three days
(and he looked like that too)
The Silence is back at work at few days ago after having five weeks off. It seems strange having the house to myself again. The quiet days..not that he is noisy....
So anyway, I lost my concentration on the dangling carrot of being spank free for a week because of one simple question...want to know what it was?
'Do you want to go for a walk?'
Seriously ... one dumb question that I answered no to.
Then was told that we were going, that the final decision was his.
Weeeelllll ok...so why bother asking when I actually had no choice anyway?
We went on our walk, with me being
mature making snide remarks about nothing in particular.
Then I decided that what I really wanted to say was '***k' knowing that I am not allowed to swear, I used other words instead, one after another, just like the mature woman I am....
Trucks, ducks, sucks, trucks suck...and the list goes on.
Someone who is the Hoh of house is not as silly as one would hope. He started playing 'the game' with words like:
Paddle, smacking, cane..and his list went on too :(
We finally headed home and into the bedroom I go...and there he applied the physical aspect of the words he was using..but not the cane..we don't have one of those..yet....
I guess I am still angry that he asks me a question that he usually knows that the answer is going to be 'no thanks' and then tells me that we are doing it anyway.
I cannot understand the reasoning behind this at all.
Why cannot he not just say...'hey get your shoes on, we are going for a walk?'
Why give me the choice to say no, then get peeved when he says yes we are?
I know...getting peeved is my choice.
Anyway, I am starting the eyes on the dangling carrot again..so far not much trucken luck....