Christmas Stress – Part 2
So by the time Grant got home at 4 Pm yesterday I had straightened the bedroom and the kitchen at least, wrapped his presents, sorted through the kid’s and realized I did have enough, resigned myself to going to the restaurant he picked for Christmas Eve dinner, made a two day menu, a shopping list, and shopped for the things I needed to start baking. That all helped me to calm down a bit.
Still, I was off kilter and tense, which Grant knew the minute he called me on the way home. All it took was 2 sentences and I got “What’s the matter?” “Nothing is the matter.” Don’t even start that.” he said “I can hear it in your voice, so just tell me!” “I am just stressed” “We will take care of that…what else?” Geez do these spanking men think everything in the world is resolved with a paddle?
Anyway, with kids in and out and general household chaos we talked intermittently and he heard my worries that the house was not clean, the presents not wrapped, I was upset by the menu not being decided on, the kids going in different directions…on and on. He told me he would clean the house, which for whatever reason I feel guilty about, and guess I did get a bit snappy. He came up behind me at the sink and asked “Do you need a spanking?” How do you answer a question like that? “Well duh?” Would that work? I settled for “Ya think?”
There seemed to be no time, and the teens were everywhere. I asked Grant if we could go over the Christmas dinner menu so I could get the food shopping list done, and he answered “Sure, in the bedroom.” I missed that clue entirely! Weird, but OK, sure in the bedroom. I sat on the bed with my pen and shopping list and to my surprise he sat on the chair in the bedroom and started rummaging through his implement bag! He was opening it as he said “OK, go ahead…let’s talk about the menu.” He pulled out the hairbrush paddle, laid it on his lap, and then said “And if I hear that tone one more time, there will be no ’stress relief’ about the spanking! So, OK, what’s on your list?” I must live in the spanking twilight zone!
So we did the list and then our 15 year old knocked on the door twice. He had made plans to meet friends at the movies, we needed to go food shopping and had a date for that drink. I went to shower quickly thinking we now were in a rush to make the movie start time. When I came out, apparently the plans had changed, and there was an hour delay. Grant wasted no time in getting me naked and over the bed, but it was not for spanking! OK, that was nice, but… Anyway, Grant asked whether he needed to spank now, or later? What does one say? When all is said and done, I try to stick to the truth…what else is there after all? “Well I think that is up to you and how you want your evening to go!” “Don’t you move!” he said.
He did paddle, just a to-hold-you-over spanking…but it was enough (barely) to get us through a drink with a really super Chinese dinner, a major food shopping excursion and then getting home late enough, after picking our son up from the movies that I had to drop into bed. I suspect spanking will be on the schedule for today, in between wrapping and cooking etc.
It is a full moon, I am hormonal, but it is also Christmas Eve, and he has assured me that it will be peaceful and fun, and entirely good enough, because we will do this together. And “together” that is what it is all about. That really does make it all OK!
