9:30 pm Wed night.
He put me IN THE CORNER!
Hubby came into the bedroom wanting to know what had made me so grumpy earlier this evening.
I told him “Nothing”. And continued typing on my laptop, pretending to ignore him.
(Yes, I was bit crabby. Unfortunately, I couldn’t remember why I was taking it out on him.)
He asked me again, more firmly.
“Nothing is wrong!” I replied a little bit louder.
Wrong answer, I guess.
He pulled me up, out of my chair, put my laptop on the bed, and walked me over to the corner in our bedroom, and said, “Stay.”
I wasn’t even sure if he was serious, since we have NEVER even discussed corner time.
(Ok, I might have mentioned it once, when we started out, like 14-15 months ago, as a passing thought, “These are the kind of punishments you can give…”)
But we have never talked about it again. I’ve never mentioned how intrigued I have always been about it.
To be placed in the corner, like a naughty girl, was so arousing, yet so embarrassing and wrong at the same time!
My heart was in my throat, and my stomach danced with butterflies, as I sorted through all the conflicting emotions:
- His sudden Dominance really turned me on.
- I liked this feeling of submissiveness.
- It was kind of humiliating to receive this kind of punishment.
- How should I react?
He left right away, because the kids started coming downstairs from their beds, so he rushed to intercept them.
If they had come anywhere near the bedroom, I can tell you honestly, I would not have stayed in that corner. Or I at least would have pretended to be doing something important.
“Oh, darlings, just look at the difference in the coloring on these two walls. If you stick your nose right up into the corner, you can see that these are not symmetrical. We must fix this as soon as possible!”
As it was, I didn’t stay anyway. The corner was dirty, and there were still cords and charger plugs from the iron and my laptop, that I didn’t want to step on.
So I moved everything out of the way, just in case he was serious about following through.
Then I went to find him to apologize (and see if he had really meant it. Yes, I was testing. I’ll admit it).
He took one look at me when I came out, and growled, (Yes, he really did growl.)
“Why aren’t you where I told you to stay?”
(The kids were coming in and out of their rooms. I appreciated his cryptic question.)
“I didn’t know if you really meant it.” I pouted.
His scary, low voice replied, “I want you. Where I. put you. Wait there until I come and get you.”
Big gulp, and a slow trudge back to the icky, but now uncluttered corner.
I wondered if he would spank me for coming out, and how long he would leave me there.
Even more importantly, how long would I let myself stay there? What if it was like an hour or so? And why was I kind of aroused by all of this.
After maybe three to five minutes (long enough for my mind to wander into spanking territory, anyway), he came in, and told me I could come out.
I can honestly say, I felt pretty submissive. I finally explained the little things that had gotten me in my ill mood, including him being late and not calling. He lectured me about respectful two way communication, and suggested a line. “Honey, next time you’re running late, would you please call me?”
Well, duh! That one hadn’t even crossed my mind.
And in answer to the next probable question. No there was no spanking.
Though I was kind of disappointed, (Is that weird?) I realized that I needed to adhere to my own rules.
I asked him to take charge, and be the Head of our Household.
I asked him to stop me when I’m being ugly.
I asked him to do 24/7 DD.
I asked him to make the tough decisions regarding discipline and communication.
If all I want is the spanking, then it’s just about play and sex, and we need to consider a different route. Maybe D/S or BDSM in the bedroom only.
If I’m going to follow through with this relationship, then I need to fully embrace it.
Even without the spankings.
Even with the confusing new additions, like cluttered, yucky corners.