Okay, folks, when in the world did my husband decide that spanking me was okay? I mean, really, we went from me having to coax every little spank out of the man to some guy that I do not recognize some days. Let me give you a few scenarios of what I'm talking about here...
Bend over to pick up a piece of laundry off the floor, a loud clap on the bum. Me, rubbing intently, glares at a smiling Hoss with that grin a mile wide across his face.
Standing at the stove cooking dinner while the kids are playing outside or in their bedrooms, swish and swat! Loud as a freaking firecracker and again that smile. It's like he's enjoying it or something.
Or him wrapping me in his arm for a kiss or a hug and he pins my arms. Swat! swat! SWAT! Me giggling and wiggling to get out of his embrace and avoid the double swatting hands of his.
Walking past him to head up the stairs...what is it about him practically chasing me up the stairs trying to swat me with each step. Awe, that man of mine... He makes my heart all a flutter.
There used to be days, I can barely remember them now, when he would need to be coaxed to swat. More...harder....longer.... Now, it's me saying, "Hey, now!" or "Really? The kids will hear!"
Hoss, he just smiles, that big goofy grin that I love. He shrugs and smiles. And well, that's what it's all about anyway. The joy in the knowing that this lifestyle is for us.
Have a good Friday.