To spank or not to spank.........

That was never really a question. Eventually,  I knew that the time would come when Ryan would have to take the next step.  Life was going really, really well.  We were getting along better than we ever had.....but I knew me, and I knew eventually my good nature would wear off.  I knew we were going to have a coming to Jesus moment, even if Ryan did not believe it.  We talked a lot about what we were going to do in that moment when my June Cleaver-ness faded.  I honestly felt like Ryan believed that we would just go on forever....living in this state of blissful euphoria.

The night the inevitable happened I had been working on a craft project that I was giving as a gift the next day at a party.  To set the scene, I had been working on this thing for four hours.  It wasn't until I was through, that I realized it was ALL wrong. Grrrr!  When Ryan got home I was in a mood.  He looked at what I had made, and I could tell that he knew the thing was a mess.  So, being in a completely reasonable state of mind (NOT!) I asked him what he thought of it......yes, that my friends was a loaded question.  There was no way that he could answer correctly.  Kind of like, "Does this dress make me look fat?"   "Does my butt look big in these jeans?" See what I mean?  The poor man was screwed!  

He tried to help me, tried to ask me what I wanted....and I just shut down.  I think he saw our new way of life slipping away, and he was not going to have it.  He took one look at me and I knew the jig was up....this is how it unfolded:

Get over here now!

What?? Whyyyyyy?

I am going to spank you, that is why!

Huh, wha.....I thought you said.....

After he glared at me with a look I swear I will never forget, I reluctantly plodded over to him.  He took my arm, and led me over his lap.  Up went my nightshirt and down went everything else.  By the second smack in he stopped.

Okay, this is way too loud.  We have got to figure something else out.

By this time he has me sitting up on his lap, and I am in no way going to offer any suggestions.  

I know you have been online, and I have heard you talk about things that I can spank with   that are quiet.  What are they?

Ryan this is not necessary.....I mean really...

Oh, no this is going to happen.  I will not go back to the way things were, I am NOT going to have you mad at me for the next three days....now what are they?

Well someone said something about wooden spoons....

Do you have any?

NO!

Are you lying?

NO!  I really don't.

Okay, what else?

*Sigh* Those paint stick, stirrer thingies.

At this point he gets up and leaves the room and I hear him rummaging around the house. Now this whole thing would have been completely hilarious.....if it would not have been my bottom that was about to get nailed.  I mean really, here it is one o'clock in the morning and my darling husband is tearing up the house looking for something to spank my butt with.....good times ;)  Eventually he comes back with some sort of wood thing and I ask:

What is THAT thing?

A shim.

A whaaaa??

A shim, it is a piece of wood.  I used these when I put the floor down.

And you are going to spank me with THAT?

Yes, come here.

He says all of this with the utmost calm and in control voice......like it is the most normal thing in the world, and apparently there is something wrong with me.  I hesitated....I was scared.....not of him...just the unknown.  It took all of the strength I could muster to walk to him.  I looked at him with fear in my eyes and he held me for a minute.

Do you want to go back to the way things were Lucy?

No.

I don't either.  I don't want to go back to fighting, and you not talking to me for days.  I love the life we have built in the last few weeks....and I don't want it to go away.

I nodded my head in agreement.....I think he took that as his cue to start.  So he did, and I lived....and I cried....and he forgave me....and he loved me....and helped me make things better. 

 That night I think we both learned a lot.  We both learned that he could and would spank me if need be.  We learned that for whatever reason it helped reset us....fix our dynamic....and by God no one would be mad three days later....THAT was the best part.  When it was over it was over.  For the weeks that followed we were confused....not sure if what we were doing was right.....if it was something we should be doing....but we just kept chugging along.  We gained so much that night....not the least of which was believing that our marriage was worth fighting for.