Weekend Report #1

Our weekend away was lovely but waaay too short. I do, however, have at least a couple of stories to tell ...

I am a bit of an absent minded professor, constantly losing belongings and forgetting time ... it's an irritant that drives my slightly OCDish, very organized, always early for everything, hubby, up the wall. 

I wear glasses for distance so I usually take them off when I read, sit at the computer, or eat and then often forget where I've put them. There has been many a delayed departure from the house or a having to return to a restaurant, because I can't find or have left my my glasses behind. Hence, if I don't put them in 'their spot' when I take them off, its now a spankable 'offence' ;)) 

On Friday AM, we were on the ferry, sitting in the lounge, when I noticed my Coffee to Go thermos sitting on the floor. I muttered something about not forgetting it and hauled it up into my lap. Not long after, as we approached our destination, the call to return to our cars came over the PA system. We got back to the car ... check, my cup is in hand. I go to put it in my knapsack, which, when we travel, I carry  for our iPads, charge cords, misc items ... and my purse. Suddenly I panic because I can't find my purse. I look at Frank ... "I think I left my purse upstairs" and in return I got 'the look' ... and a low voiced ... "Well, you better run" ... 

I flew out of the car, sprinted up the stairs (long steep stairs) and rounded the corner just in time to see the kind man who had been sitting in front of us, point to the cafeteria worker who had my purse in hand .... whew!! ... relief! I'm sure you have an idea of just how complicated it would have been if we'd been a mile or so down the road before I realized it was missing. Ferries don't wait in dock ... it's unload, reload and depart, repeat. I get back to the car, a bit sheepish because, yup, like my glasses, this is not my first purse losing/leaving rodeo. Frank just shook his head and I thought to myself ... "I think there may be a penalty to pay for this one" ...

I was not wrong. We arrived at the hotel late afternoon. On the drive there, we were joking about using Rosie's 'Harry's Sound Check' from her Rosie's Are Red blog, when we got to the hotel. 

We'd unpacked and settled in for a glass of wine. I had just piled into Frank's lap when he sent me out into the hall for said sound check ... I waited, heard nothing and went back and reported that back to Frank. He was still seated in a chair by the bed. He made a turn around motion and pointed to the bed. 

"Pants down and bend over the bed" (per his morning directions I was sans underwear)

I bent over, dropped my jeans and bared my bum. Frank gave me a couple of sharp smacks ... it felt and sounded like a crop spank ... very stingy but not too loud. "What are you doing!?" I yelped. I was informed it was a new technique ... spanking, or more like slapping, with the back of his hand (let's call it the 'Slappy Backhander' ;>)). 

I was soon hopping from one foot to another. I also got a bit of a verbal reminder that my forgetfulness could have significantly impacted our vacation. Then I got bum rubs and hugs and promises of more fun to come (we had a impending dinner date with a friend so there was no time for an early start to our festivities).

I am sorry to report it was the one and only spanky episode of our mini vacation. When I later expressed my sadness re no more spankings,  Frank divulged, like many HoH's, he was not comfortable spanking in the hotel despite the sound check thumbs up. He promised to make up for it when we got home. As it turned out it was a good decision .... I'll tell you more about that in an upcoming post. 

Thanks for dropping by! ... nj