Making Up is Fun to do...

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New Toys?

Today's one of my unpaid furlough days, so I got to take OC to her orthodontist appointment -- 2 hours to get there, 2 hours to wait, 2 hours to get home. Long day. It's worth the long trip every 4 - 6 weeks as the ortho there charges at least half of what they charge where we live.

Anyway...

Came home, walked into the kitchen and my mind said "ooooh, new toys."

Now, obviously, DH would not leave true toys sitting on the kitchen counter.

What I saw was a gift from one of his suppliers -- a crock full of brand new kitchen tools. You know the kind I mean, the mostly wooden ones -- spoons, stirrers, salad tongs, etc.

I'm wondering if I can convince DH that some of them should come upstairs....

Odds and Ends (just not my 'end', darn it)

I've mentioned before that there is no switching in my relationship with DH. He has no desire to be spanked and would never allow it -- he's the spanker and I'm the spankee. However, that doesn't mean we can't joke about spanking him. The other weekend, DH managed to irritate YC (unfortunately, that is very easy to do). This particular time he insisted on brushing her hair, something she is very insistent on doing herself. When daddy persisted, she sulked, wouldn't speak to him, answer his questions, or even look at him. In an act of desperation, as we were walking into a restaurant, I asked her, "Should I spank daddy?" Big smile and head nod. Of course, DH heard the question and saw her response. We shared a smile, knowing that THAT was never going to happen.

Later that same weekend we were doing a little shopping. While waiting in the check out line, I noticed a bamboo cutting board, about 12" long x 8" wide x 3/4" thick. I picked it up thinking that it would probably pack quite a wallop. As I was setting it down, I noticed DH watching me. He smiled and picked it up, testing it's heft, and then commented, "You know, I do need a new cutting board. Mine just isn't so good anymore. From the expressions & grins on our faces, we were obviously thinking the same thing -- potential implement. Didn't get it :( He backed down, but expressed later that he wished he'd gotten it. Oh well, maybe next time.

I find myself as I go through certain stores, looking at the merchandise and wondering... Hmm, that chair would go nicely in our bedroom -- I wonder how it would work for positioning... What a nice basket/case/chest -- be great for storing all our toys in ... Wonder what that belt/board/spoon/etc would feel like... Holy mack, I don't even want to know how that would feel!...

While grocery shopping this weekend, DH told me to stay put while he went to go get something. I responded, in all seriousness, "Yes, Dear." As he was walking away (already several yards away) he turned back to say, quite loudly, "No, not "yes, dear": "Yes, Master." I grinned and giggled -- how else to respond to a comment like that in a crowded grocery store?

And,yes, we had a lovely evening of sex, spankings, sex, and more sex (DH making up for being out town) -- but that's a post for another time :D

P.S. Just need to revisit my DH directed self-spanking of the other night. I have such a feeling of surreality about the whole thing -- such that while out with DH on Saturday, I actually had to ask him if it really happened. I think the situation is that since this blog is my only outlet for "talking" about spankings and spanking related subjects, sometimes there seems to be a disconnect with reality. If I could go into work or call up family or friends and say, "You won't believe what DH had me do last night..." and get the reactions and responses and discussion that would naturally follow, it would help seat the incident more firmly in my mind as something that truly did happen. It just has such a dream-like quality to the memory...

Frying Pan?

I wasn't sure, for a while, if my DH was really into the whole spanking thing or if he was doing it only to please me. Other than the fact that he now tells me frequently, while spanking me, that he 'really, really' likes doing it, my concerns were laid to rest when he told me that he'd had some ideas about new implements. I was excited – until he said "frying pan." I know about 'pervertables,' but I tend to think of things like hairbrushes, belts, wooden spoons, etc. not large metal objects used for cooking food in.

Apparently he was walking through a large store and on his way through the kitchen area he noticed some frying pans. Instead of cooking, what came to his mind was "Wow, one of those would work well for spanking Robin's butt. I could cover an entire side in one blow." Fortunately, for me, he decided not to buy any. I know I laughed, a little, when he told me this, but honestly, a frying pan? I know my butt is big, but really is a frying pan the right tool? I've decided I'm perfectly happy with the implements we now have.

It makes me happy to know that my DH has embraced spanking me as a part of our life, but I am even happier, right now, that he did not buy a frying pan to spank me with.