Spring, stupidity and hairdryer cords

It tends to be that when I least expect it, I get into trouble.


It's not fair really.


I don't do it deliberately and why should I get into trouble for being mad at him saying something wrong to me????  When does that get to be fair.


Well, yes it is, I just shouldn't get into trouble should I?  And I should learn to listen to warnings instead of ignoring them and continuing to push buttons when I can see the NEON red warning sign above his head flashing, the steam coming out of his ears.  It would be a funny sight if it wasn't so deadly.

To cut a long story short we had had the most perfect weekend, I love the spring and the warm spring sun shine, riding horses, spending time with family.  It was lovely.  Until we got home and there was a little problem.  I was given instructions which I didn't really follow, was in a bit of a day dream, dilly dallying and I got yelled at and then called stupid in the middle of his tirade.
My actions were stupid I will grant him that.  And I wasn't listening, and I didn't do as I was told. 

He fixed the problem while I went into the house, started housework and pottering about - really waiting  for the axe to fall him to come inside. 
He did.  He apologised for calling me stupid but promptly told me  that we needed to have words about my listening and obeying ability.  

He had words with me. 

That should have been it.

Had I been a true submissive wife it would have been.  But no.  I wouldn't let it go.  I went on and on about being stupid, making sarcastic remarks every chance I got.He did warn me

I didn't listen

I refused to see the NEON warning sign flashing above his head

He got out the wooden spoon

That didn't deter me.

He got out the cane (though he didn't actually use the cane just threatened)

I still wasn't deterred.

Until he had had enough, dragged me into the bathroom, closed the doors told me to bend over and lift up my skirt.

What! Why? I whined.   Did Ireally have to ask why he asked?  Does he not realise that its an automatic response to being told to bend over....I know perfectly well why but I just automatically have to ask why!

And so, resigned to my fate, I bent over, lifted my skirt while he took my hairdryer, folded the cord up and I got a good 6 whacks the cord of my hairdryer and then afterwards ran himself a relaxing bath.  I felt well and truly chastised.

It stung but not really enough to make me cry, but tears came nevertheless.  He just held my face in his hands and kissed me and sent me on my way to cook dinner and carry on with our evening.

He told me that he had not forgotten about my weekly accountability, but as we had had guests it couldn't happen - so its coming tonight and even I will admit I have a lot to be accountable for this time.