Crossing A Line

~Mike Shinoda

It’s been a hectic day. Emma, the baby, isn’t feeling well. She just wanted to cuddle and sleep, all day. After the littles left, I had so much to get done! I did laundry, swept and vacuumed the floors, and got our supper cooked. I’ve got all our supper dishes cleaned, and lunches made for Adam and our kids, for tomorrow. Now I’m taking a break, downstairs. I made myself some white chocolate hot cocoa. It’s delicious! I only ever buy that stuff around Christmas time. It’s special, this way. Adam and Justin went to the gym. It’s Adam’s “break time” now, too. In a little bit, we’ll go take our shower, and get ready to go to bed, so we can do it all again tomorrow. I thought this might be a rough Monday, after the long weekend, but I didn’t feel too bad. I wasn’t exceptionally tired or anything. Which I’m grateful about.

Last night, when Adam and I were getting undressed for our shower, I found myself in a little trouble. He was teasing me, about something. I made a gesture that’s hard to explain in words, but one that’s understood by our generation, as I told him to suck it. He picked me up, propped his foot on the toilet lid, and bent me over his knee. I got a handful of moderately hard smacks, but it wasn’t awful. I think Adam was questioning his choice not to give me a harder spanking. While we showered, he mentioned that he thought maybe he needs to remind me what that feels like. He thinks I’m getting a little too arrogant about “dancing on the line”. I protested, of course. I asked him, “Why do you think I haven’t done anything stupid?” I answered my own question, “Because I know the kind of spanking I’ll get, and I don’t want it!” He conceded. I received no further smacks across my behind. However, I have a feeling I need to make sure to stay well inside the “lines”, for awhile at least. I suspect I’ll end up with a very sore butt, if I say or do anything that would be considered disrespectful.

I’m going to finish listening to the Joe Rogan podcast I’ve got playing, while I do a little crafting. Then I’ll go get naked with my husband, while we shower. After that, I’ll tuck our kids into bed, and go get naked with him again, in our bed.