Post Mortem - Not Really

I'd been thinking about what happened on Sunday, neither of us mentioned it until late Monday night, when I got up slowly off the couch to go make a drink, he noticed and asked me if my knee was playing up, no I said, my bum's a bit sore, has been all day.

''Won't be the first time. Or the last,'' he said, and I thought that was it but when I came back in with two drinks he asked me if I'd expected him to spank me that hard. I told him the truth, I hadn't, and he told me he hadn't intended to but then he remembered our little chat in the restaurant last week and he never acted on them, and he thought perhaps this was an occasion when he ought to especially with the bad language I'd used and my general comments which were provocative. Hmm...I'd thought that might have been the case, so what was I to say, I mean I'd pretty much brought it on.

''But you seemed bad tempered,'' I said.

''Well if I'd been all jolly and smiles it would hardly have seemed like teaching you a lesson would it.'' he went on, ''....anyway I genuinely was annoyed. But I wouldn't have spanked you like that if it hadn't been for the little chat, so tell me, did I get it wrong?''

''No, on reflection I think probably I did, not making myself clear and then not recognising a situation. Trying to manipulate or engineer something which you could really say is really an act of violence isn't so easy, I'm not sore about it. Well not that sore, if you'll pardon the pun.'' I smiled.

He came and sat next to me on the couch. ''Maybe we both got it wrong,'' he said.

And that was the end of the matter, hardly a post mortem, just airing a few simple home truths.

I'll be careful of those little chats in future, or at least I'll be careful for the week following them.

Ronnie

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