In my last post, I wrote, "I have to admit, it was very powerful discipline and really made me get my act together. Getting your butt paddled is no fun!" When I wrote that it had yet to really sink in just how true those words would be!
A few days ago, I caught myself about to roll my eyes at something Tom said. I can't remember exactly what, but I'd ask him for help with some chore and he'd told me that was on my list of things to do. To be honest, I was being a bit lazy.
Usually I just roll my eyes when someone annoys me without even thinking about it. It's a habit I've had for as long as I can remember even from before I got spanked! But as I widened my eyes to roll them directly in front of Tom's face (where there would be no chance of him missing it), I saw an Amazon package out of the corner of my eye. The funny thing was that this was just a big square box, and I knew it held dog food and not a paddle like last week. But Amazon packages have now somehow become synonymous with spanking to me.
Maybe it had something to do with the fact that I had to squirm whenever I sat down for two days after the paddling. And I swear my butt was red and hot to the touch for many days after!
After I stopped myself from fully rolling my eyes at Tom, I cleaned the kitchen, and then took a shower. When I came back downstairs, there was a very unwelcome sight on the kitchen counter. I froze, staring at its wooden surface.
As if he could hear the abrupt halt of my footsteps, Tom came into the kitchen. Slowly he picked up the paddle, and ran a palm across the face of the board.
I wanted to say that I shouldn't be spanked, that it wasn't fair, that I hadn't really done anything that bad with the partial eye roll. But as I looked at his big hands holding that paddle, even I didn't have any bratty words to say.
"Good," he said. "I can see you learned your lesson last week after all."
As he set the paddle back on the counter I let out a big sigh of relief.
"But we'll just leave the paddle here. So you'll remember what happens next time you so much as start to roll your eyes at me."
And ever since that moment, my eyes haven't even been tempted to roll.
A few days ago, I caught myself about to roll my eyes at something Tom said. I can't remember exactly what, but I'd ask him for help with some chore and he'd told me that was on my list of things to do. To be honest, I was being a bit lazy.
Usually I just roll my eyes when someone annoys me without even thinking about it. It's a habit I've had for as long as I can remember even from before I got spanked! But as I widened my eyes to roll them directly in front of Tom's face (where there would be no chance of him missing it), I saw an Amazon package out of the corner of my eye. The funny thing was that this was just a big square box, and I knew it held dog food and not a paddle like last week. But Amazon packages have now somehow become synonymous with spanking to me.
Maybe it had something to do with the fact that I had to squirm whenever I sat down for two days after the paddling. And I swear my butt was red and hot to the touch for many days after!
After I stopped myself from fully rolling my eyes at Tom, I cleaned the kitchen, and then took a shower. When I came back downstairs, there was a very unwelcome sight on the kitchen counter. I froze, staring at its wooden surface.
As if he could hear the abrupt halt of my footsteps, Tom came into the kitchen. Slowly he picked up the paddle, and ran a palm across the face of the board.
I wanted to say that I shouldn't be spanked, that it wasn't fair, that I hadn't really done anything that bad with the partial eye roll. But as I looked at his big hands holding that paddle, even I didn't have any bratty words to say.
"Good," he said. "I can see you learned your lesson last week after all."
As he set the paddle back on the counter I let out a big sigh of relief.
"But we'll just leave the paddle here. So you'll remember what happens next time you so much as start to roll your eyes at me."
And ever since that moment, my eyes haven't even been tempted to roll.
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