Lifeline (part 2)

So, I’ve got a spanking coming tonight, and my computer has been removed in order to give me a new perspective on the fine art of prioritizing my time and due diligence.

Without my laptop with which to waste the day away, BabyMan figured I have more time to take care of some things around the house that needed my attention. He had just been laughing with me a minute ago, and now his demeanor had turned to soberly stern and authoritarian. He took me by the hand and walked me to the front room where he pointed out the cooler we use to transport food and beverages to the church every Sunday. It was to be cleaned out, washed and air dried. The refrigerator was to have old jars and bottles disposed of, the floor was to be mopped and shined… I couldn’t believe how much he was piling on me. How much was he going to punish me? I get the message already! I lost my computer, I’m submitting to a spanking, and now I have to work like a mule? I heard myself starting to whine until I caught a threatening glance from him warning me that things could and would get worse if I didn’t take all this with a certain degree of cheerfulness. I shut up and I forced myself to smile.

The last instruction was the most important. I usually find that whatever I can or cannot accomplish during the day, this is the one that takes top billing:

“I want you to girl up. When I walk in that door, you’re to be in a skirt.”

I nodded.

We’re going to see The Other Guys tonight.”

I pouted again. “I don’t want to see that movie, it sounds stupid.”

“That’s okay, I want to see it, and you’re going to accompany me. Do you understand?”

I nodded again. This was clearly one of those “Yes Sir” moments that Serenity posted about recently, but I couldn’t say the words. I was angry, I felt helpless and pushed around. Submission and obedience don’t come easy for me, especially when the voices of the feminists who influenced me in the 70’s keep screaming in my ear.

There’s something surreal about being told that you have a spanking coming at the end of the day, and having to wait for it. It’s a mind game that BabyMan plays with me every so often. Usually he likes to deal with disobedience and infractions immediately, and the advantage to that is that we get it over with and on with our lives with minimal drama. The disadvantage of it is that I don’t have any time to devise an escape. There’s a loophole to every situation, a crawlspace through the guilt and deservedness into the light of mercy. And if he gives me a few moments, I can always find an angle in which to take my best shot.

But he knows me now. He’s seen my flip technique as he calls it, he can assess the sincerity of my tears, he can accurately evaluate any doubletalk that I give him, and he knows a good ruse when he sees one. I have played all my cards, many of them quite successfully, others… not so much. So now BabyMan can safely allow me to stew in my own juices for a few hours without fear of being trumped in the process.

So I wait. This doesn’t mean I don’t make a decent effort to lessen the punishment. I’m thoughtful, considerate.  I call him while in the grocery store (Honey, would you like rib eye, or London broil?).

But the day didn’t go well. There were people on the internet looking for me, and I wasn’t there to respond. Plus I had to think about how my behind was going to survive a spanking with God knows what horrible implement he decides to use, so there was a bit of irritability to my disposition all day.  And in the end I did not get everything done that I was charged to do that day. My mother had called and asked me to help her with some equipment she didn’t understand. My workout at the gym was especially rigorous as I worked through some of my frustration from the morning, and my shopping put some strain on my hips. I instant message BabyMan from the PC, and begged him for compassion and clemency. He understood, and once again pardoned my lack of prioritizing skills.

Upon his arrival, I was girled up as promised. My hair was done, a little make up accentuated my eyes, and a short skirt covered my soon to be stinging ass. He put down his briefcase, kissed me on the lips, and went straight to the bedroom to get… the paddle!

Yeah! The paddle! I had never been so glad to see an old friend before. It wasn’t Epiphany, or that nasty bath brush!

He went to the den and put the pillows on the floor between his legs like he’s grown fond of doing. “Let’s go,” he said. I peeled my panties down, kneeled before him, and he pushed me over his left knee without the usual eyeball to eyeball lecture. He ceremoniously lifted my skirt, and I braced myself as I felt him tighten his grip around my waist. I heard him talking loud and clear over the sound of the paddle slapping my exposed behind.

“You will have a chat curfew and you will abide by it.” WHAP! “When I tell you to get off the computer, you will do it immediately."  WHAP! “You will show me the respect I deserve”  WHAP! “You will drop everything when I walk in that door at 5:00 every day”  WHAP! “You will put your husband and your home  first”  WHAP!

There was more, but I think I was screaming the word YES over and over again so loud that I probably didn’t hear it. The comfort of that old leather paddle became not so comfortable anymore as he put the crowning touch on the spanking with a long stream of quick, stinging slaps to my sit spot.

When he let me up, I went to the bedroom to lie down on my stomach for a few moments like I usually do after a spanking. He came in after me about five minutes later and lied down next to me and put a soothing hand on my red behind.

“We’re leaving in ten minutes for the movie. Oh, and I put your boyfriend in the livingroom,” he said.

“My boyfriend?”

“Your laptop. You can have him back.”