Tuesday, July 29, 2008
Frank’s On The Hot Seat, or Vice Versa
Things are becoming quite chaotic here at the Spanko household. Maribel and I are preparing for our Olympic trip to China. Colette is finishing her summer softball league and getting ready for school to start (she’ll be a high school junior this year). I’m trying to get as much as possible done at work before I disappear for three weeks. And Angela has become the coordinator for the entire mess.
Angela takes her responsibilities as wife, mother, travel agent, secretary of the home, and runner of the house (for lack of a better term) very seriously. Yesterday she decided that I had stepped out of line, so I was paddled good and hard.
You see, I was traveling over the weekend. I met a friend in Detroit and we proceeded to Midland and Traverse City to see minor league baseball games. We do this every year. I returned home yesterday afternoon, and Angela immediately handed to me a list of things that I needed to complete before I retired for the night. I questioned the urgency of some of the tasks, and Angela responded that she would decide the priority and the list was it.
“Well,” I retorted, “if you would calm down and not worry so much, maybe you could finish some of these things yourself.”
I instantly regretted the comment.
I started to apologize. “No!” Angela interrupted. She finished what she was doing and went to the living room to see if there were any offspring located there. Finding none, she returned to me and, before I could react, grabbed me by the ear.
“You will NOT talk like that to me right now!” she hissed. “Go over to the guest house right now! I’ll be over in a couple minutes!”
I knew that we weren’t going there to talk. I gave her a pleading look, but it had no effect. So I put my head down and shuffled off. On my way over, I encountered Cat, the immortal orange feline that guards our property. Cat stopped on the walk in front of me and turned to face me in that was that cats do. If I didn’t know better, I could have sworn that she shook her head at me, sighed, and went “Tsk.”
I went into the guest house to wait for my darling wife. The air conditioning had not been turned on, so it was very warm inside. I tried to think of the right thing to say to mend her hurt feelings, but I had failed to come up with anything appropriate when she appeared.
“How DARE you insinuate that I’m not doing enough around here!” she began. “I’m busting my ass trying to get a million things ready before you and Maribel go jaunting off to China. The kids are all doing everything I ask and more. They have been more than cooperative. But you go away for the weekend and then come home and think that you’re above a little work. Well, your not buddy!”
I hung my head and looked at my feet. “You’re right, and I’m sorry,” I mumbled.
“Damn right I am! And you will be!”
She retrieved the best hairbrush, a good wooden one with a long handle and a generous surface. I was ordered to remove my pants completely, and then to drape myself over the kitchen table with my feel still on the floor. I was no sooner in position when Angela began to assault my bare butt.
I was indeed sorry. I was up on my toes, gritting my teeth, with my hands balled into tight fists, as she mercilessly pounded my sorry ass. She started on the fleshy center of each cheek, and worked her way outward in all directions. My seat sizzled more and more with each swat, and Angela made sure that the swats were swift and hard.
She worked me over for a good three or four minutes, then stopped and pulled up a chair. I started to rise, but she put her hand on the middle of my back and pushed me back down. She sat down and said, “So does the list look so hard to accomplish now?”
“No, dear,” I responded.
“Good. That’s a better attitude,” she replied. “It looks like the message is starting to get through.” And then she began walloping me again.
She continued her gradual procession around my now-flaming cheeks, working her way to the sides of my tush and down to the tops of my thighs. She clearly intended to have a wide swath of my backside burning considerably, and she was succeeding. I had stopped dancing around with my feet, but I had closed my eyes as the pain spread.
After maybe another five minutes, Angela decided that I’d had enough. I have been spanked harder and longer in the past, but perhaps never as effectively. I felt like the skin had been flayed from hip to hip on my buttocks, and down my thighs by a hand span or two. We were both panting. I stood up and carefully reached back to check out the damage.
“So, do you feel better now?” she asked.
Now, this might seem to be an odd thing for her to say. On the surface, it was I who had offended her, and I was being paddled as punishment. However, ours is not such a relationship. Indeed, I had had a long drive, and was hoping to use this last vacation day to relax a little. I was tense and was starting to get a headache. I knew there was a lot to do prior to leaving for China, but I was not quite ready to start in on it yet. I was a little tense and on edge. Angela recognized that and knew just how to relieve the tension. Yes, Angela was angry, but I was thrashed for my sake, not hers.
I examined the damage in a mirror and found it considerable. I would have some nice bruises on my butt and my thighs. Sitting would be a little uncomfortable for the rest of the day. But that was okay. I did indeed feel better, thanks to my darling wife.
Angela kissed me and returned to the main house. I used the shower in the guest house to refresh myself, then retrieved the list of chores and dove into them. It turns out that the list was not really substantial, and I was finished well before dinner. So Colette drive me to the local veggie stand where we picked up a dozen ears of corn, which we consumed along with a large veggie pizza with double cheese for dinner.
Preparations for the Olympic are proceeding rapidly. Maribel and I have received our plane tickets. We will be taking a chartered flight, arriving late in the day on August 8. We shall not be able to attend the Opening Ceremonies, we will be able to see lots of events. Traveling to China can be a bit tricky, but the Olympic Committee has been efficient in taking care of many issues and answering my questions.
So me and my sore butt await a most exciting adventure. Angela will make sure that everything gets accomplished that needs to, and I know what the consequences will be if they don’t. So Maribel and I count the days until we leave. I know that the trip will be fantastic.
Angela takes her responsibilities as wife, mother, travel agent, secretary of the home, and runner of the house (for lack of a better term) very seriously. Yesterday she decided that I had stepped out of line, so I was paddled good and hard.
You see, I was traveling over the weekend. I met a friend in Detroit and we proceeded to Midland and Traverse City to see minor league baseball games. We do this every year. I returned home yesterday afternoon, and Angela immediately handed to me a list of things that I needed to complete before I retired for the night. I questioned the urgency of some of the tasks, and Angela responded that she would decide the priority and the list was it.
“Well,” I retorted, “if you would calm down and not worry so much, maybe you could finish some of these things yourself.”
I instantly regretted the comment.
I started to apologize. “No!” Angela interrupted. She finished what she was doing and went to the living room to see if there were any offspring located there. Finding none, she returned to me and, before I could react, grabbed me by the ear.
“You will NOT talk like that to me right now!” she hissed. “Go over to the guest house right now! I’ll be over in a couple minutes!”
I knew that we weren’t going there to talk. I gave her a pleading look, but it had no effect. So I put my head down and shuffled off. On my way over, I encountered Cat, the immortal orange feline that guards our property. Cat stopped on the walk in front of me and turned to face me in that was that cats do. If I didn’t know better, I could have sworn that she shook her head at me, sighed, and went “Tsk.”
I went into the guest house to wait for my darling wife. The air conditioning had not been turned on, so it was very warm inside. I tried to think of the right thing to say to mend her hurt feelings, but I had failed to come up with anything appropriate when she appeared.
“How DARE you insinuate that I’m not doing enough around here!” she began. “I’m busting my ass trying to get a million things ready before you and Maribel go jaunting off to China. The kids are all doing everything I ask and more. They have been more than cooperative. But you go away for the weekend and then come home and think that you’re above a little work. Well, your not buddy!”
I hung my head and looked at my feet. “You’re right, and I’m sorry,” I mumbled.
“Damn right I am! And you will be!”
She retrieved the best hairbrush, a good wooden one with a long handle and a generous surface. I was ordered to remove my pants completely, and then to drape myself over the kitchen table with my feel still on the floor. I was no sooner in position when Angela began to assault my bare butt.I was indeed sorry. I was up on my toes, gritting my teeth, with my hands balled into tight fists, as she mercilessly pounded my sorry ass. She started on the fleshy center of each cheek, and worked her way outward in all directions. My seat sizzled more and more with each swat, and Angela made sure that the swats were swift and hard.
She worked me over for a good three or four minutes, then stopped and pulled up a chair. I started to rise, but she put her hand on the middle of my back and pushed me back down. She sat down and said, “So does the list look so hard to accomplish now?”
“No, dear,” I responded.
“Good. That’s a better attitude,” she replied. “It looks like the message is starting to get through.” And then she began walloping me again.
She continued her gradual procession around my now-flaming cheeks, working her way to the sides of my tush and down to the tops of my thighs. She clearly intended to have a wide swath of my backside burning considerably, and she was succeeding. I had stopped dancing around with my feet, but I had closed my eyes as the pain spread.
After maybe another five minutes, Angela decided that I’d had enough. I have been spanked harder and longer in the past, but perhaps never as effectively. I felt like the skin had been flayed from hip to hip on my buttocks, and down my thighs by a hand span or two. We were both panting. I stood up and carefully reached back to check out the damage.
“So, do you feel better now?” she asked.
Now, this might seem to be an odd thing for her to say. On the surface, it was I who had offended her, and I was being paddled as punishment. However, ours is not such a relationship. Indeed, I had had a long drive, and was hoping to use this last vacation day to relax a little. I was tense and was starting to get a headache. I knew there was a lot to do prior to leaving for China, but I was not quite ready to start in on it yet. I was a little tense and on edge. Angela recognized that and knew just how to relieve the tension. Yes, Angela was angry, but I was thrashed for my sake, not hers.
I examined the damage in a mirror and found it considerable. I would have some nice bruises on my butt and my thighs. Sitting would be a little uncomfortable for the rest of the day. But that was okay. I did indeed feel better, thanks to my darling wife.
Angela kissed me and returned to the main house. I used the shower in the guest house to refresh myself, then retrieved the list of chores and dove into them. It turns out that the list was not really substantial, and I was finished well before dinner. So Colette drive me to the local veggie stand where we picked up a dozen ears of corn, which we consumed along with a large veggie pizza with double cheese for dinner.
Preparations for the Olympic are proceeding rapidly. Maribel and I have received our plane tickets. We will be taking a chartered flight, arriving late in the day on August 8. We shall not be able to attend the Opening Ceremonies, we will be able to see lots of events. Traveling to China can be a bit tricky, but the Olympic Committee has been efficient in taking care of many issues and answering my questions.
So me and my sore butt await a most exciting adventure. Angela will make sure that everything gets accomplished that needs to, and I know what the consequences will be if they don’t. So Maribel and I count the days until we leave. I know that the trip will be fantastic.
