Yesterday I poked the bear. It was a good day. I should be high as a kite. This morning, teetering on the edge.
The deal is, I absolutely love Eric. The work situation has us apart way too much. I try not to whine or complain. I try not to let it take away from the time we do have together. Unfortunately, it comes across as combative and let's face it, childish. Understand, it's really a cry - "Show me you love me! Show me you care!" -because apparently all of the "I love yous" in the world aren't enough. Sigh. I'm a mess.
I'm too tired to type this properly. The long story short is Eric left for work before I was even out of bed. He called to see if he could meet me for lunch but instead of being happy and giddy about the whole thing, I got mouthy and rather bratty. He shut me up with one statement.
"Oh, and honey, be sure you put the hairbrush in your purse before work. We'll be having a conversation on the way to the restaurant."
I froze and truth be told, melted right there in our bedroom. Why that was such a turn on, I will never know.
Three hours later, we were pulled over on the side of the road and I was getting my bare bottom smacked with that flat wooden hairbrush. Lunch had a rather uncomfortable sting to it - yet somehow, my mood had switched to Mrs. Happy-As-Hell.
Can't explain it but sure loved it.
On a side note, the other instruction was "no panties" but I ignored that part. Eric took it well but said we would be revisiting the hairbrush on our way to lunch again tomorrow, and every day after until I figure out how to follow directions. (No, Pearl. Not submissive. LOL)
Good night Blog land!