Tuesday, 10 June 2014
So I sent him to his shower this morning telling him he'd be whipped when he emerged. A slightly damp target increases the sting quite significantly. And I really did intend to give him his needed dozen and I was thinking of having him humble himself into his cup afterwards...or maybe even before.
But then, I'm afraid, I got busy. One of my writing projects needed attention and, by the time I looked up my darling was showered, dressed and hard at work.
One of the pleasures of a wife led marriage is that I really am in charge. I sat down on the bed and told Elliot, "You do need a whipping but I am busy. So I'm going to whip you later or, perhaps, tomorrow."
"Yes Darling" he said looking relieved. He really hates being whipped on his freshly showered bottom. But he can shower tomorrow as well.