Thursday, 28 June 2012
My husband, in his infinite wisdom, has started thinking up new punishments.
Sometimes he doesn't always think that spanking is necesary or appropriate and keeps it for certain transgressions.
A while ago he started giving me lines. I havent written lines since I was about 9. Even at secondary school they were deamed useless and a waste of time and instead we had to write essays.
Essays were horrible (shhhh don't tell my HOH) . You had to write four or six sides of A4 on topics like, 'why my behaviour was unacceptable' (as you can probably tell I had to write lots of these). The problem was that, in order to fill the space, you had to keep writing and you inevitably ended up slagging yourself off in the process. I hated them.
My HOH has asked me to write essays in the past but recently his obsession is lines.
I didn't manage to finish the last ones that he set me - woopsie!
I wasn't given a time scale, left them in a pile of papers on my windowsill and ignored them, silently hoping that their very existence would disapear into the same void that eats my socks.
Alas nothing is lost on my husband and when he realised that I hadn't done them he doubled the number!!!
He also gave me a deadline - Monday.
It was Thursday and Monday seemed so far away, I thought 'it will be fine - I've got ages'.
Friday came and instead of working on my lines in my spare time, I thought, 'it'll be fine, I've got ages'. Saturday came and I really couldn't be bothered, then Sunday came. The problem was that Sunday also brought cleaning, childcare and lots of work.
Thinking I would surely be spanked for poor time management, if nothing else, I came clean to the big boss man.
He was not amused and said we would deal with it the next day.
'Deal with it' generally means spanking, but he likes to keep me guessing.
On Monday evening I realised that I had a three hour window before he came home from work (he didn't say what time on Monday i had to do them!). I cooked my darling dinner, made the house look immaculate and made a start on the 750 lines.
My darling called from work and said that I could stay up late and wait till he got home, so I made the most of my time and started writing.
I didn't put down my pen for the entire three hours.
I was so tired by the end that my eyes had gone blurry!
He came home and I finished them just as he came into the bedroom and sat on the bed! I felt very accomplished and happy that I had managed to dodge the paddle!
Here they are all 1000 of them in total (on the back too)!