Last night @sous-sir found me nodding off on the couch. He told me it was late and I needed to go to bed. I hate going to bed. I tend to have a bit of an attitude about it and last night was no exception.
As I stood and turned to walk toward the bed, I made some overly sarcastic comment about how we must ‘always listen to the almighty clock’ (complete with head shake and eye roll). He quickly grabbed me and turned me to face him. Seeing the look in his eyes I immediately recognized my error.
“Did that comment help you get to bed faster?” he asked. My thoughts raced... Shit. No. Damnit! Do I say sorry? Fuck. How can I fix this? But no words came out. Instead I just stared at him and shook my head.
With a sigh he sat down on the couch and pulled me over his knee. The blows came hard and fast and were over quickly. The real surprise came when I stood up. In that brief span of time, I had become calm, completely calm. The attitude about going to bed was gone. The embarrassment and remorse for my behavior was gone.
It was as if I’d lost my way for a moment and he’d simply taken me in hand and said, “Don’t forget who’s in charge little girl.” And I am very thankful for that reminder.
