There were butterflies, the thrill of anticipation, and moments of giddy excitement from the time I noticed my Band of Thieves Membership list was missing this morning, until the time I received a text from Eric. Suddenly, all thoughts of Blogland were gone and I was full speed ahead in party planning mode.
"Sweet Pea, I know it's last minute but Ben is sick so we are having 14 out-of-town dinner guests tonight! I'll take care of the food. Please get the house ready. Going into a meeting. Text you soon."
A few days ago, Eric had mentioned that his partner would be hosting a dinner for a number of clients from other states. I thought little of it as I never attend client events but only go to the annual work functions his company puts on. 14 people?! Thank goodness I only work a half-day on Fridays.
I raced home at noon. By then I had received a few additional bits of information so I vacuumed, cleaned off counters, lemon pledged the furniture, and put on a little black dress. Our dining table seats eight and the kitchen table seats six, so I was able to accommodate fourteen even though the party goers would be eating in two different rooms.
Eric got home around 5:30 pm, with a huge bouquet of beautiful orange and yellow flowers. I split it into two vases and decorated each table while my husband prepared dinner. He told me the food would be ready at 7, with our guests arriving about 6:30 pm. He was happy and all smiles, proud of the way the house and his wife looked. He kissed me, tucked my hair behind my ear, and whispered "I'd hit that" as he reached under my dress and lightly smacked my bottom. He was flirty and fun, the relaxed easy-to-be-with man I'd fallen for five years ago.
"I'm going to make place cards," Eric said, shuffling through the desk drawer and pulling out my calligraphy pen and some card stock. "Would you mind running to the store for dessert? I've still got to change before everyone arrives."
I zipped out the door for a peach pie and a couple pints of ice cream. When I was in line for checkout, Eric text, "Hurry Amy. Everyone is here."
Twenty minutes later I pulled into our garage and heard music coming from the house. I opened the door and was greeted with a passionate kiss from my sexy husband. He was wearing my favorite shirt and pants; classy, black, and fitted. He took the bags from me and went into the kitchen. The house smelled of his famous carne asada but was empty except for the two of us.
"Where is everyone?" I asked. "I thought you said they were all here."
Eric grinned and handed me a crystal wine glass full of sparkling grape juice. He raised a matching glass and toasted, "They're all here, Amy Lynn. Everyone is seated at the tables."
Confused, I looked at the kitchen table. The flowers were gorgeous, placed in the center of a festive looking table cloth with matching napkins tucked in copper rings. At each seat, was a small folded place card with a name sketched across it.
I looked at the first name.
Next to it, "Lindy".
By the third name, "Ella", there was no doubt who our guests were to be.
I gulped and every nerve in my body sprang to life. Eric was beside himself with pleasure.
"Tonight, my naughty Amy Lynn, you will meet your band of thieves first hand."
He gestured toward the table once more and then I saw it, on the chair under the place card "Ronnie" was a blind wand. My eyes grew wider as I went from chair to chair; each with an implement resting on the seat.
Eric beamed. He had been planning this for days; planted seeds and set me up just perfectly. Having been apart for quite some time, I had been reading the blogs to him during some of our calls. At one point, Baker was having people suggest names for a new paddle of theirs. Ella's husband and some of the others had also named various implements. Eric decided the Band of Thieves would each earn a place in our discipline box.
Honestly, we spent a rather romantic evening during our "dinner party". We ate, danced, and chatted in between "meeting" and "spending time" with each of our guests. One by one, Eric would say something like, "Amy, I'd like you to meet Penny," and then he'd put me over his knee and give me ten good swats with our newly named implement. This went on for a couple of hours; silly, seductive, and spankie all in one.
I was introduced to the following:
Penny - Riding Crop
Katie t - Belt
Terpsichore - Hair brush
Ronnie - Blind Wand
PK - School stick
Blondie - Eric's Favorite Strap
Jan - Leather paddle with three red hearts
Leigh - Ping Pong Paddle
Meredith - Slotted wooden spoon
DelFonte - Wire hanger
Ella - Cheese Board
Rosie Jones - Flogger
Lindy - Wooden spoon
At the end of the evening, Eric brought out the big gun, "Sir Strap" and asked me if we should rename it Jz since she was the original thief; though she'd been given permission. ;) I took ten in her honor and with cheeks on fire, we called it a night.
Music turned down, lights low, Eric and I made our way to the bedroom. We opened the chest and tucked each of our implements away, reminding each other who was who.
"Better behave, Amy Lynn, or Blondie will be coming to visit."
"If you get mouthy, young lady, you'll be spending some time with Meredith or Ella."
My silly man. I love how much attention he pays to what is important to me. I truly appreciate all of my Blog friends and for those of you who played along and became a thief, we now have an implement named after you. And for those of you who didn't play but just followed along, thank you for being there.
As for thieving? I have definitely learned my lesson. It is TOTALLY WORTH IT.