You see, two of P's brother's staff phoned in to say they couldn't work, they were apparently vomiting, they said it wasn't anything to do with excessive drinking (P said it undoubtedly was), there had been some kind of virus doing the rounds actually so I think they were probably telling the truth, I know one of the girls and she's nice and enjoys her work so I don't think she was lying. Anyway I told his brother I'd be happy to help out, I didn't ask P, his brother accepted and I ended up serving drinks mainly but some meals too for a few hours, it was fun and I enjoyed it and all the customers were happy and I even got some gratuities!!...which I pooled into the rest of the staff's pot. Good thing was, P's brother asked us to stay over another night and after a couple of phone calls and a few private grumbles (to me not his brother) P agreed.
We went out for a meal because his brother said he got bored eating and drinking in his own place, it was very pleasant until mid way through the evening when P got a call from his mother asking what time he was picking her up from her sister's. He'd already spoken with her sister earlier and told her he wouldn't be back until the following morning but obviously his mom either hadn't got the message or was just being awkward (that might just be my take on it). P told her it would be later next day some time, he wouldn't specify when exactly, and I heard him explaining it was a 3 hour drive and he couldn't be precise and no, sorry, there was no way he could leave tonight because he'd made other arrangements and he'd also had a few drinks. When he switched his phone off I could tell he wasn't happy, I told him to lighten up, his mother was safe and in good hands, he couldn't be her keeper 24/7, his brother told him the same.
On the drive back early next morning my husband was fretting about things he should have been doing in the office, he hadn't planned to stay that extra night, now he had to go collect his mother too, eventually it became my fault, if I hadn't volunteered to help out and work in the pub we wouldn't have stayed over the extra night and everything would have been fine. Oh here we go, I thought. The drive became quiet because I didn't want to engage in conversation about his mother and I certainly didn't see any need to defend my good deed of yesterday.
Under some circumstances I'd wonder if I might wangle a spanking out of something being my fault, even if it would have been unfair, but on this occasion I thought not. It was a bit of a downer to be honest after a nice couple of days. The good thing was by later that evening both our moods had changed and when we were in the bedroom P got out the cane, told me to bend over and gave me a couple of playful strokes and said he was going to give me the first of my New Year canings some time over the next few days,
It didn't happen and still hasn't but, on Sunday evening, I got strapped. With a new strap too, one I invested in before Christmas from the London Tanners. I'll tell you about it later in the week.
The implement is called a CP Ruler Paddle (not like a paddle I've had the pleasure of feeling) but feels like a strap and certainly bites like one.