Consistency is great, right?

Every Tuesday night I look forward to a lovely long hot bath with a glass of wine and I watch my TV show.  This is my one night a week luxury.  I love it.  It’s so relaxing and quiet.  Hubby comes in and out asking if I need anything, a refill or a back wash – mmmmmm lovely.

Except that is, for this Tuesday just gone.  As I went to run my bath and get everything ready he kindly reminded me that I was due a punishment, and that I would be getting it immediately I get out of the bath.

Talk about ruining a girl’s evening. 

I failed to do my step aerobics on Tuesday morning.  No excuses really, except for a lingering sore throat that was getting worse and worse.   But I set the alarm for the desired time, and then just switched it off when it rang and fell back to sleep.

He scowled at me when he got up on Tuesday morning, asked me how my bum was feeling from the night before (weekly accountability).  I said it was sore, and then asked whether it would be sore tonight again – oh definitely yes was his reply.

So fast forward to my bath.  I’m lounging in there, nice and warm and relaxed, sipping my wine, watching my show – and before I knew it, it was finished.  The bath water was getting cooler by the minute.  I hesitated and hesitated for about 20 minutes, and I knew I couldn’t wait any longer. I had to get out.

I quickly darted from the bathroom to the bedroom in the hopes he didn’t see me.  Not likely.

He was in the bedroom behind me quick as flash.  I didn’t have time to get dressed; he yanked the towel off me, bent me over the bed and dealt to me severely with the paddle and the cane.  Ouchie!  He made me promise to do my aerobics Mondays, Wednesdays and Fridays.

Then when he was done, I’m laying there rubbing my butt, and catching my breath he tells me to get dressed and out he goes.  I get dressed, and go out to watch TV with him with a burning butt as if nothing had happened. 

Except I look at him with renewed respect and love as he sits next to me on the couch, holding my hand and talking about the TV program as if nothing had happened, but we both know something had happened.  My rock stepped up and took charge of me – yet again.   Each and every time he has to spank me my respect & love for him grows. 

Unfortunately I was sick yesterday morning and so he let me sleep in and didn’t make me do my exercises (such a softie).  BUT as a consequence he feels I need motivation tonight ready for tomorrow morning – just to make sure I do get up and get on with it.