I am at my parents, did I not tell you?
Immediately my stomach dropped to my toes. Checking in is an important rule. One I have never broken. My brain rushed to calculate how this had happened. I had tried several times to get a hold of him but his schedule was busy. We usually talk several times a day, but not yesterday. I had received one text after several of my missed calls saying he was busy and did I need anything. I didn't per say..just to check in. No excuses. I could have left a voicemail or a text...I just got busy....and forgot.
I knew he would be home late and planned to be home when he got there. He got home a little early.
No. You didn't tell me. And I got home to no wife, no kids, no dinner. And then I tried to call you and you didn't answer.
I rushed the kids to get ready to leave and then had a thought. With a house guest I knew my punishment would have to wait. I hate waiting...so I quickly devised a plan that left my house guest and oldest kids at my parents.
Smart or stupid? Still deciding....
Ugh. I felt awful. I hate that I scared him. I have never ever broken this rule. We talk so often during the day, checking in is natural.
Sigh... Guess I should pay more attention to it.
He used that new leather paddle...I really really thought I read somewhere that leather hurt less than wood?
As he held me after I did my usual of telling him it hurt..he assures me it is supposed to. I tell him but he did it REALLY hard. He chuckles and tells me I say that every time. Maybe I do.
But it's all worth it, to hear that whisper in my ear "shhhh it's ok. It's done. I forgive you."