The Trouble With Texting

I have been feeling good lately with the fact that I haven't been in any sort of trouble with Rick for a little while.  We have been enjoying life together and things have been great between us.  Over the last couple of weeks we have attended a wedding and birthday celebrations with friends.

Well, the bubble has sadly burst and I find myself in trouble once again.  Much to my own disappointment and worse, the knowledge that I have disappointed Rick.

As I have mentioned before, we are not always able to be together and during times apart we rely on regular contact via text.

When Rick is home he determines bedtime.  When apart, unless I text him to say I am heading to bed first, he will text and tell me to head to bed when he feels the time is right (usually when he decides to turn in himself).  He does this because I am terrible about going to bed.  I don't usually, on my own accord, head to bed at a reasonable enough hour to get adequate sleep and consequently am usually sleep deprived and running on adrenalin most of the time.  It doesn't help that I suffer on and off with insomnia.  Rick is never unreasonable about bedtimes.  In fact, we usually still end up going to bed too late!

The other night I made the mistake of leaving my phone in another room instead of having it on me.  It was looming bedtime when I knew Rick would be texting at any moment with his usual bedtime call.  It did occur to me that I should retrieve the phone so that I didn't miss his text, and also that I should probably start making bedtime preparations anyway.  But - for some reason, I know not what, I didn't and as a consequence it was close to 20 minutes after he sent the text that I finally saw it.  I quickly replied and apologised and said I would get organised and into bed straight away.  The result was that I was in bed far later than he wanted.  (It takes me so long to get organised!).

We discussed this yesterday (well, Rick did most of the talking!) and, as well as my failure to have my phone handy to ensure I didn't miss his bedtime text, Rick also told me I was not keeping in contact when we are apart as much as he would expect.  As a result, I now have a set time by which I must text him in the evening when we are apart, and a timeframe within which I am to respond to his texts.  He also said we will "talk" more about what happened the other night and that he is considering whether any further action is warranted on his part. (Darn!)

So - I now wait for him to make his decision and for further "discussion".  In the meantime I think I will ensure I keep my phone glued to me and my finger poised over the reply button!! - Sigh!!

Better end this post - I have a text to send!

Confucius

I was feeling a little mischievous this morning (or is that dangerous? reckless?) and decided to wind my wonderful husband up.  It also happened to be on a subject he is passionate about.

Deciding perhaps it may be timely (and very wise!) to call it quits, I cheekily conceded that perhaps I shouldn't be attempting to wind him up or annoy him.

His response ....

Remember what Confucius said - Wind up your husband, soon have sore bottom!

Don't think I've heard that one before, I said.  My husband assured me it was one of his most famous sayings and one he thought all dd wives would know!

I repeated that it certainly wasn't one I knew and he replied sure you will remember it from now on, won't you?

Hmm - I sure hope so - the next time I feel a little mischievous!!!

Lesson Learned

I have been going through a phase for the last two weeks, one my husband hasn't been too impressed with!  For some inexplicable reason I have been breaking several rules, one after the other, and even the same rules several times!

What has gotten into me?  I don't know.  I have not been on my game, not been as respectful and obedient to my husband as I should be.  Am I testing the boundaries?  Am I getting a tad lazy?  The truth is that I honestly don't know, but I think perhaps in some part it is a combination of the above.

My husband has been most patient and (thankfully) lenient, particularly given that keeping to the rules is usually something he is very strict on.  Perhaps this leniency in part contributed to the continuing rule breaking?

Each episode was discussed and I received several lectures and finally told I was on a "final warning" and if the rule breaking continued I would be spanked.

Come on girl, what has gotten into you?  Focus, get back on track.  You can do it - unless you want to end up OTK - hmm -  no, thank you very much!

The other day I made a decision that I considered minor and one I never considered my husband would be concerned about.  Decision made, I acted upon it and told my husband afterwards believing he would have no problem with it.

  WRONG!!!

Turns out it indeed was a decision I should have discussed with him - and apparently I should have known that (argh!).  He told me that although the decision was minor, it was the principle.  How can he lead us and make good decisions for us if I go ahead and make decisions without him?  It undermined his position as our leader and was therefore also disrespectful to him.

...and...

I was spanked for it.  He told me this was the last straw on top of all the rule breaking lately which he had been lenient on.  I was totally blindsided.  I honestly hadn't thought about how my actions undermined him and thought he would be fine with it.

Before

Before any punishment my husband always makes a point of explaining why I am to be punished and I am required to acknowledge my actions and apologise.  He also makes a point of explaining what he wants me to "take" from the punishment and what I should do the next time in the same situation.

During

During any punishment my husband usually tells me what he expects of me and asks me questions to "test" that the message is getting through.  Why does he do that??  does he not realise my mind is focussed elsewhere and not on answering questions? Argh!!!  Well, you guessed it.  I delivered some ill-considered responses which earned me extra swats.

After

After punishment my husband asks me what I have learned from it and what I should do next time.  I am required to answer him and apologise.

Lesson learned!  - I now understand that by not involving him in decisions (even those I think may be minor) I am undermining his authority and being disrespectful.

I think I am also over my "phase" now.  At least, I hope so!!

btw - It is not a good idea to leave an open can of cat food unattended on the kitchen bench just before a spanking!! 

Once the spanking was over, my husband left me in position for a little while to think about why I was punished.  (His version of post spanking corner time).  During this time he went into the kitchen and discovered the cat on the bench emptying the can - Oops!!

Choosing Your Wardrobe

A word of caution for the ladies - choose your wardrobe carefully!!

We were forecast extremely strong, gale force winds for today.  Knowing this when I got dressed this morning, I chose to wear a flowing skirt.  Mainly because I know it is one Rick loves.

The wind turned out to be far more ferocious than I thought.  So strong the doors on the elevators in the building I work in struggled to close against the wind howling through the foyer.  Needless to say, every time we ventured outside I had one hand trying to hold down my skirt, and the other holding on to Rick for dear life (who was either trying to hold me back from taking off, or dragging me forward).

He was highly amused by all this and told me he didn't want anybody else getting a peek at what is his.

Also, I had a meeting that lasted most of the day today so I told Rick I wasn't sure when we would break for lunch and that I would just have to text him when we break.  I suggested that perhaps he could get the lunch together and meet me as soon as I text in the interest of saving time.  He agreed to this.

Later on I thanked him for dropping everything and meeting me at such short notice.  I happened to cheekily mention that it's not very often I get to call the shots.  He told me he was happy to oblige me today - but enjoy it while it lasts!

What a guy - I love this man!

The Verdict

Well folks, the waiting is now (thankfully) over.  I was punished for my major rant at Rick last Saturday.

After (another - sigh!) royal lecture (I tell you, the man really is the king of lectures) where I was told my behaviour was nothing short of a tantrum, childish and totally inappropriate and unacceptable and that he would not tolerate anything even remotely similar in future, I was spanked with the leather paddle.  It was a serious and very hard spanking.   

Rick told me he wanted the punishment to be one I would remember and a real lesson to treat him with the respect he deserves, always ...  and it was, believe me!  My feelings of dread all week and hunch that this would be a serious spanking punishment proved warranted.  Previous punishments have in the main been for things like breaking rules.  This was the first for disrespectful behaviour and turned out to be the most serious I have had so far.  After it was over, Rick held and soothed me and we enjoyed the rest of the evening together and shared a wonderful closeness.  Although my bottom was burning, I felt so contented and loved.  

Although having to wait almost a week to face the music was a killer we had a fabulous week together leading up to the spanking.  I was very contrite, respectful and obedient and Rick spent every opportunity during the week to tell me he loves me and was so gentle and attentive.  The looming punishment in a sense brought us even closer together and more intimate.

One More Sleep - Part 1

I am currently waiting, contemplating a pending punishment.  It turns out sending a rant via text to your HoH is not the smartest move a girl can make.  Who knew!

Waiting for punishment really sucks, let me tell you!  Due to our circumstances punishments are not always able to be carried out immediately.  This time I have had to wait almost a week - but the wait is almost over, I am to be punished tomorrow - one more sleep!

I hate being in the situation of waiting for punishment.  It is there gnawing away on my mind from time to time, making it extremely difficult to think about anything else.  What will it be?  How harsh will it be?  What can I do to get out of it/mitigate it?  (Oops, did I say that?) That awful feeling of dread in the pit of my stomach comes and goes.

Rick, of course, has the task of determining the punishment so I am sure it is also on his mind, although he doesn't show it.  If he is not ready/able to punish immediately due to circumstances or because he feels he needs time to give consideration to the punishment, he carries on as normal and goes about his normal daily routine until he decides it is time.  I am sure this is not entirely the case but it is how it appears to me.

In my last post I mentioned I have a bit of an OCD streak that occasionally gets me into trouble.  It is the OCD that has got me into my current predicament.  Well, that's my story anyway.

Last Sunday I had planned certain chores and things around the home I wanted to get done before the start of the working week.  Rick had other plans for me, he wanted to spend the afternoon out enjoying each others company as he wasn't going to be home that night.

Well, all the chores I wanted to do prayed on my mind and my attitude was less than in should have been during our outing.  I whined and moaned about all I still had to do and in the end Rick told me you will do this, that and the other and the rest can wait, as it wasn't really necessary for me to complete everything that night and there also wouldn't be enough time.  I made it plain that I wasn't happy with this directive.

Later that evening I got myself so worked up trying to get everything done I had been told to and feeling very niggled about the jobs I was not permitted to tackle that night.  I decided I have better text Rick to let him know where I was at and that I was complying with what he had told me.  Unfortunately, the text turned into an outlet for me to vent my frustration.

I got a fairly swift reply that left me in no doubt that he was not happy!  He told me my rant was totally unacceptable and that we would "talk" about it - (yeah right, I know what "talk" means buddy!)

The next day we had a bit of a discussion about my rant - well, I should say Rick started the lecture.    Let me tell you, the man is the king of the lecture!  He explained how my rant had made him feel, that my whole attitude during out outing made him feel unimportant and that I would rather have been left alone to get the chores completed that I wanted to do.  He also explained that he does try to understand my need for things to be orderly and always tries to cater for that in planning.  Hearing how my actions had affected him made me feel awful and some tears were shed, followed by Rick comforting me.  He is the master of the lecture but also the master of providing after care.

During the lecture Rick also told me he considered it a serious issue and that had it have happened face to face I would have been over the bed so fast my head would spin and the paddle given a good work out.  This is the first time I have shown such blatant disrespect and the first punishment for such behaviour and I get the feeling that maybe he plans to make a statement.

Rick then said he was considering punishment but he could almost certainly tell me I would be spanked - hence the wait.  I mentioned that I don't like having to wait and that waiting is hard.  His reply was that maybe I should think about that the next time I am tempted to send such a disrespectful text.

Sigh! - one more sleep!

Will keep you posted.

What Would They Say?

One of the challenges of a dd relationship is not being able to openly discuss it with family and friends (unless they also practice dd).

My parents dropped in unannounced last Saturday and found me in the middle of dusting, polishing etc.  They usually find me engaged in such activities whenever they drop in unannounced at the weekend and this time my father said "you know, you really don't have to do this every week.  It doesn't really need it".  I bit my lip, smiled to myself and replied "oh yes I do".  You see, one of my rules is that all housework must be completed by Saturday afternoon each week.  Rick likes to ensure the house is always kept clean and tidy.  So do I.  Truth be told I am a bit of an obsessive compulsive (which occasionally gets me in trouble).

I should clarify (in case you are wondering  - and in case he reads this!) Rick does get involved in housework and general chores around the home.  In fact, he is great in this respect, but having the rule in place ensures that the house is maintained.

I told him about Dad's comment and he also saw the funny side and irony.

Hmm, do I listen to Dad or Rick?  Let me think for a minute...