It's been almost a year an a half since my "First REAL punishment" from hubby. Since that day we have made a few small changes in the basics of our relationship. Yes, we have always "played" at spanking strictly for sexual purposes, that fateful day 1 ½ years ago changed a bit of how we interact with one another. As difficult as it was for both us, we also realized we both changed from the experience. After many weeks and long discussions we decided we would incorporate D/s or actually I feel it's more DD into our relationship. We set the basic ground rules any couple sets; IE: respect, honesty, communication...actually all of which we always strived for with one another except now if Hubby deems it necessary I be punished then his word goes. To be honest, because we have been together so long and have obviously learned these basic traits I just smiled and told myself this is just another form of for-play for us. Until last week I have not been "punished" for anything, maybe a lecture here and there but no true punishment.
OK, a bit of background. I have stomach trouble, have since I was 23-24; I've been on medication off and on for it for the last 20 years or so. Recently we've noticed that my swallowing (don't be so perverted!!! Swallowing of FOOD) has become a challenge for me, I choke on anything. So we decide I need to see the doctor to find out what's going on. Usually Hubby goes with me to the doctor's office but our schedules collided with the time and date of the appointment so I went by myself.
The Doctor is convinced my esophagus is corroded and I need a test to confirm whether or not I may need surgery. OK, no big deal right???? WRONG! Having a tube shoved down my nose into my stomach is not something I enjoy nor look forward to, therefore, I made the STUPID decision to ignore the appointment with the hospital the doctors office made for me, chose to LIE (yes, I know I know, you would think I learned my lesson on lying last time right?) I told hubby we were going to try new medicine and diet and see how that works for a while, and worst of all forgot to actually call the hospital and cancel the procedure. THAT as far as my ass was concerned was my worst mistake. OK I know, blowing this thing off and lying about it all was pretty bad but in the moment when we make these impromptu decisions we aren't thinking very clearly.
I pull up in the drive way and see hubby was home early, I smile to myself and think cool we can go out to dinner and make a date night out of it. I stroll into the house...
"Hey babe, (kiss on the lips and quick hug) you're home early (smile) how about we go out to eat and spend a little quality time with one another tonight?"
"Hi yourself! How was work?
"Fine, long day but glad it's over."
Hubby nods and walks over to the answering machine, I'm not paying very close attention to his mood or demeanor I walk into the kitchen and pour myself some milk thinking he's just going to listen to the messages like always and then...
"Come here a minute, I want you to hear this message, I believe it's for you"
Again thinking nothing of it I walk over to the machine and lean over the desk to listen.
"Mrs. B------- this is Jeanie at L----- Hospital radiology department. I believe there may have been a mix up; we had you scheduled today at 2:45 for your Laryngoscope. Just have Dr. W-------'s office call and reschedule for a more convenient time see you then."
I know my face turned ghost white when I heard that message and my first reaction was to jump up and flatly state.
"Oh SHIT, I cannot believe I forgot to cancel this appointment."
Not, "oops, I messed up", or "Oh honey I'm sorry I blatantly lied to you about this." Not even "I was going to reschedule and forgot."
Nope!!! Not me, I'm more concerned at the fact I was too stupid to do such a simple task like calling and canceling an appointment I new I didn't want Hubby to find out about.
I look up and see my husband sitting on the couch, shaking his head and watching his face turn redder and redder. I know Im screwed, my stomach begins doing flips and I feel my hands sweat. Somehow the floor seems to be more interesting to me than anything else as I stand there contemplating the dust balls rather than look at hubby at the moment.
Big sigh coming from Hubby as I hear him getting up and moving towards me. He's taking a few deep breaths to control his mood and voice, quietly, yet with more steel and coolness than I expected.
"So, let me see if I've got this right. The Doctor wanted to run a Laryngoscope...NOT try new medicine and diet? He scheduled an appointment at the hospital and you totally ignored it, RIGHT???
Now I know I'm busted, I know he's not happy with me, but I honestly and truly did not expect a whole lot to come of this...past experience as well as the fact that even though we agreed on this type of relationship, he has never acted on it since 17 months ago, so I wasn't concerned for my ass just dreading the lecture and probable fight that would erupt from this situation. He really takes these kinds of medical issues seriously....I on the other hand hate any kind of medical intervention when it comes to the discomfort of my body. He knows this, thus makes a point of going to the Doc's with me...Hmmm, you sense he doesn't trust me much with these sorts of things???
I begin kicking at some imaginary piece of dirt on the floor and decide I'm already in this mess I mine as well let him know how I feel. (Yeah, I'm not the brightest bulb in the pack.) I do back away a bit but forgot to encase myself in armor, again not truly believing I needed any.
"Dammit Honey! You know how I hate those tests! I told Dr. W------- I didn't believe it was necessary, just give me something and I'll be fine."
"Oh I see! So now you have a medical degree?" Just knock it off Lynn, I don't want to hear another word about this, we are not arguing. Get your ass in the bedroom and wait for me in the corner.
"What!!!!????" No F------ Way!
(Sighhhhh I'm not playing with a full deck...just except that fact and move on.)
Boy when I tell you that old fart (OK he's only 46) can move, I'm not exaggerating! He bolted from his spot and had a hold lf my arm faster than I could blink an eye. Squeezing not too gently he practically drags me to bedroom and pushes me face first into a corner. Smacks my rear end HARD 5 times and hisses...
"Don't you even think of moving from this spot, I don't want to hear a sound coming from you until I'm blistering your ass, Do I Make Myself Clear??? SMACK!!!
Now I'm a bit concerned, knowing he's really ticked off and hearing those words "until I'm blistering your ass" made me realize he's quite serious, I feel my ass tighten up and the slight stinging from the smacks and decide I better not provoke him anymore than I have. I nod in agreement and keep my mouth shut.
SMACK!!!
"Ow! What?!
"I asked you a question!"
SMACK!
"OWWWWWWWWW!!!! I know but you told me not to say a word. Do you not understand what a nod is?"
"You are really asking for this aren't you? I am not going to put up with your lip and backtalk, you know damn well you were wrong on many levels here, you crossed the line and I'm not going to let this go."
