Uh Oh, bad, BAD Kiwi

I am such a bad submissive wife. I am surprised my husband just doesn’t beat me every day regardless of what I have or have not done and just have done with it. I try so hard to obey the rules and be respectful. But sometimes the devil gets in me. Monday I failed to do my work out. I didn’t mention it because basically it doesn’t mean the same to me if I have to remind him to TELL me to do it. If I have to remind him to TELL me then I may as well just do it, right?       Anyway, he noticed. He told me I had to do it and so I DID do it. (Can you see my halo, even though its slightly crooked). This was a good start to a Tuesday night…which rapidly went down hill from there. I got myself ready to work out and he got himself ready to go to work and his parting words were to remind me to close the gate at the top of the driveway (he can be very anal a little obsessive about closing that darned gate). “Yes, yes” I told him dismissively distractedly trying to get on with my work out so that I get then get on with other things…dinner, vacuuming, dishes, lunches, showers, homework, WINE, you know the usual mum stuff. OK, so, work out done, dripping sweat and bloody knackered, I put the dinner on to start cooking, run upstairs to vacuum of the feathers of a dead bird, courtesy of my little kitty cat, turn on the shower for me and get changed. The phone rings half way through the vacuuming – Sir - mad as a bear chewing a hornet. He had been trying to ring my cell phone, which of course was downstairs on the counter – not being ignored but just not being heard. Anyway, he needed something that I had difficulty in getting for him, something technical – which I’m not. So he got frustrated and mad at me, I got frustrated because I was still hot and sweaty, trying to do a million things and so I hung up on him. OOOPS! I managed to get what he wanted, rang him back and gave him the info. End of a very short conversation. Finally, shower is done, dinner cooked, dishes done and I’m sitting down. I start to feel really guilty and submissive and so I ring and apologise to him for hanging up. All is well. He apologised for yelling at me. So I then carry on with my evening…and bedtime rolls around. This is where it gets bad (if earlier hadn’t been bad enough) I ring him to say goodnight as per normal at 10.30pm (this is just TOO early). He asks me if I closed the gate. O.M.G!!! I had clean forgotten. It’s late at night, pitch black. The driveway is very long hilly and so I refused to go up and close it in the dark. He lectured me for the longest time on the telephone last night and promised me a major spanking for it, if not in the morning when he gets home but certainly Sunday so I'd better make sure it’s put in the book.      The spanking didn’t happen this morning, nor was a word spoken about it, but its in the book. He did remind me this afternoon when I got home from work and I was marched up the stairs to "discuss" the gate incident. I was told off quite severely and spanked, but not as hard as I was expecting, afterwards he said that that was just an appetiser of what is to come on Sunday for me........don't get me wrong here, this post might be a little on the light and funny side, bit honestly, I took him very seriously.     Oh, and guess what just arrived in the mail this morning….. talk about irony! He will probably tell me it’s poetic justice!  And I have a feeling that this thing is not going to feel quite as the cat-o-nine tails does!  Honestly?  Ill be closing the gate from now on...and that's even  before my punishment at the weekend.