That's what my husband sometimes calls it when he decides something, usually an argument or sulk for some reason, has gone on long enough and needs to be resolved. He doesn't have a temper really, he has logic. I mean he gets angry and frustrated but he expresses it in ways which infuriate me and which sometimes lead to, ahem, inappropriate language and I'll admit silly impossible accusations which I always regret later, quite often with a sore bottom.
We were in disagreement mode the other day, it was over money, the amount I was allocating to Christmas presents to be precise, which so far is not ahead of last year's spending so I don't know what his grief was especially as I cover all the cost from my own money and always have. I think it was just a couple of standout items, one of which he took delivery of, which aroused his interest and then he started delving and asking questions. His questioning started as just curiosity but became more intense and he reminded me we had higher outgoings like energy, fuel, general inflation and that maybe I should be trimming costs.Hmph. I told him I had things in hand and wasn't asking him for a contribution and we hadn't had a holiday for the past two years (not quite true, but not the kind of warm sea blue sky holidays we like) so I didn't see anything wrong with what I was doing. Well he started talking percentages and we should maybe have discussed a budget weeks ago and it got a bit heated and I told him where he could stuff his percentages and budget and leave me to my spending plans, I knew exactly what I was doing.
I apologised almost immediately after telling him to stuff his percentages but it didn't make any difference, I'd set a train in motion. We were in the kitchen at the time, half way down mugs of tea. P took my mug from me and put it down next to his own, grabbed my upper arm and marched me into the lounge. I knew what it meant and, as often, objected and told him he couldn't and better not dare and to sod off. At least he was heading for the sofa not upstairs which would probably have meant implements.
"I don't know why we can't discuss something rationally without you turning aggressive and not listening to what I'm saying," he said.
"I was listening, I just didn't like it," I said as he sat on the sofa edge and pulled me across his lap. "And I've apologised for telling you to stuff it."
"Yes well I can see this building out of all proportion if it isn't nipped in the bud right now so that's what I'm doing," he said as he struggled to get my sweat pants over my hips. "Now raise up." I didn't, I just stayed dead weight. "Raise up now young lady or it will be upstairs for the cane." I lifted my hips and felt cool air on my bottom as my sweat pants and knickers were taken down.
I got spanked, undeservedly in my opinion at the time, and I struggled and screamed when it got really hard which it does when he chooses to use his hand as a lethal weapon. He didn't once mention money, it was all about attitude (mine) and respect and talking like adults blah blah.....he knows how to lay it on, both the spanking and the admonishment. He exhausted me eventually, my bottom was virtually numb and my mouth dry from shouting and I was croaking out apologies. I said, "Please stop and I promise to talk later and I'm really really sorry I took an attitude." He stopped.
"That's better," he said, he sounded breathy, not surprising as he'd been spanking hard and for several minutes.
He let me slither to the floor and I got up and pulled up my sweat pants turning away from him because I didn't want him to see my nakedness at the front and said I was going for a shower and left the room. When I came back down later he asked me if I was alright, I said I was thank you.
"Sometimes it's best to settle things quickly, the old way, rather than let them escalate or worse still fester," he said.
I nodded and sniffled and asked him if he wanted a cup of tea which he did. I asked him if he wanted to discuss present purchases now when I brought his tea in. Nah, he said, you seem to have got things mostly under control, just show a bit more respect for other peoples' views, by which he meant himself of course. I just lowered my head and my eyes, then sat next to him. My bottom was still throbbing but I was starting to feel just a tad horny.
Stay safe.
Have a fun weekend.
Ronnie
xx
