I had to get the grand kiddos off to school one morning this week so was up and gone before Frank opened his eyes. When I got home he was at the dining table, having coffee and reading on his tablet. I had just sat down to join him with coffee in hand, exchanging good morning kisses, when he suddenly swung his tablet around towards me and pointed at it, asking in a serious tone ... "What's this all about?"
... gulp! ... momentary panic ensued as I realized he's reading a blog that is not mine but someone else's, with a blog comment by me (the panic is because I worry one day I am going accidentally use real first names). However, a quick read assures me this isn't the case here. I reread the comment ... it's the one I made on Ella's 'Sitting Pretty' post a few weeks back. I had quipped how our men must be buying their rose coloured glasses at the same Men In Love shop.
"It's a comment I made on Ella's blog ... what are you fussed about?" .... however, I knew by now exactly where he was going with this ...
"What's this thing about rose coloured glasses and why are you having such a problem these days with how you look?" I got up and headed to the kitchen while he continued ... "You are a beautiful woman and always have been - I don't understand why you don't see that!" I scoffed and shrugged in response. I then explained that there are many women who have issues with self image but men on the other hand, never seem to notice it when their women change and somehow they still see them in the same way as as they did when they fell in love.
He replied ... "Well, we've talked about this a few times lately ... you need to stop it or I'll be doing something about it."
So an aside here ... negative self image is a fairly 'new to me' issue as it is something that has come about as a result of aging. I definitely did not go gracefully into my 60's, accepting the all over sags, lines and wrinkles that I face in the mirror everyday. It seemed to happen overnight and I am still adjusting to it all. I say this to explain why Frank is so puzzled about it and why he is now adamant that it needs to stop.
I sat back down and we continued our morning reconnect, with a bit more chatter on this topic and others. I'm now getting a little sassy and teasing, trying to change his serious tone but he was having none of it ..."I'm not laughing .... you missed a spanking this morning and now I think you really need one" was his response ... yikes! ... but I continue to playfully poke him, trying to win him over ... not that I don't want a spanking but I'd rather have something fun than serious. Finally he'd had enough and I got the word ... "Spanking time .... go ... bend over the bed, pants down .... and leave the underwear on, those are mine to take off" .... ooookaaay! .... this is definitely not going to go in my favour!
I don't have the greatest of recall abilities when I'm fully in the midst of getting my butt whacked so I'll have to leave most of this part to your imagination but suffice to say my man's hand spanking technique (still pretty much all he uses at this point) has become much firmer and ouchier. I was definitely gripping my pillow and taking it when I heard "I am a beautiful, sexy woman" .... huh!? ... and then "Say (smack!) it (smack!)" .... really!? ... ok, ok, ok ... I'm getting the message and so I do ... say it, that is ... and even under duress, it's not an easy thing to say out loud. After a bit of rubbing and comfort, spanks commenced again and the same message was delivered and asked for again .... and by now he'd made his point loud and clear! ... after some more rubbing and comfort, Frank then demonstrated his take on the 'sexy woman' part which was then followed by some mutual loving to end the morning lesson.
