Asking

29 May

It was his frightfully solicitous tone — for a man typically so blunt — that told me my doom was now rather than later.
 
I poured fresh beer and returned to the kitchen where I loudly dropped the bottle opener in the drawer, which I then promptly slammed. When he appeared at my side and asked if there was anything he could do to help, I knew what was really being offered. It didn’t have anything to do with preparing dinner, a task I resentfully completed after rudely refusing his assistance.
 
The only help I needed was a spanking, but I wasn’t ready to admit it yet.
 
In truth, everything I did that day was tinged with resentment. Hating my tone, my body language, I couldn’t stop them. I was possessed by anger. I blamed it on hormones, stress, anything to shift the accountability.
 
With resignation, I cleaned up the dinner plates, rejoined him in the living room and asked him to please pause the movie — forcing myself to finally be polite. I took his hand and asked him to join me in the bedroom, closing the door behind us.

 
“I have been rude and grumpy,” I acknowledged in a stammer. “Could you please…spank me?”
 
“Oh, absolutely,” he said, his demeanor instantly shifting from the solicitous stranger to the Dom I knew. This was familiar ground, a certainty that soothed my resentment.
 
“Pants off and over the end of the bed,” he ordered as he placed pillows over the foot board. “Your behavior this weekend has been…well, it’s been pretty awful, hasn’t it?”
 
“Yes, Sir. I’m sorry,” I answered, already hearing the tears in my voice. I bent over the pillows with my hands clasped before me, as if in prayer.
 
With the removal of his belt, instincts told me that there would be little benefit of a warm-up. My instincts rarely fail me.

 
I may have asked for this, but what happened after was completely up to him. I accepted his hand, briefly, and then his belt. I accepted the strap. Finally, yes, I accepted the cane. It was hard and fast, punishing and cleansing. Despite my difficulty in maintaining position, it was all that we needed it to be.
 
My regret deepened with the color of my bottom. Every horrid comment, petulant shrug of my shoulders, stomp and huff were accounted for; each thwap and groan echoed in the room like forgiveness until there were no hard feelings left, no anger.
 
It was just us — the way we are, the way we should be.

16 Responses to “Asking”

  1. D May 29, 2011 at 9:09 pm #

    Pink,
    Just to be clear: Your attitude adjustment was a foregone conclusion. Asking for it meant I didn’t need to stuff your panties in your mouth if you complained.

    • Barely Pink May 30, 2011 at 8:54 am #

      Meanie. 😛

      Truthfully, I knew it was coming and that you were just giving me some space to vent before the storm. Asking for it doesn’t lessen the actual spanking, but it helps me feel more accountable and eases my guilt more quickly.

  2. rustynale2 May 29, 2011 at 10:23 pm #

    Sometimes we just happen to have days, nights and evenings like that. If we know our attitude or feelings are a bit off kilter, and we plead for that tiny bit of aid, but are afraid to actually ask … what are we truly saying?

    • Barely Pink May 30, 2011 at 8:56 am #

      Yes, I agree. I love that I feel safety in asking for something that, in the short run, causes anxiety — I know that it will be okay.

  3. Elder_Lee May 30, 2011 at 8:49 am #

    Thank you for this snapshot of a wonderful relationship.

    • Barely Pink May 30, 2011 at 8:56 am #

      Hello and welcome, Elder! Thank you for reading and commenting.

  4. James May 30, 2011 at 12:23 pm #

    Long time reader, first time commenter. These kinds of posts are my favorite of yours but I like them all. Your relationship gives me hope. Thank you for that.

    Keep on doing what you do in exactly the way you do it. Your writing is an inspiration and your relationship is an ideal.

    Thank you.

    James

    • Barely Pink May 30, 2011 at 1:32 pm #

      It’s so nice to see you commenting, James, and thank you.

      Neither of us are perfect, but this works for us. We write our own rules and follow them. Well, he writes most of the rules, but that’s okay with me!

      Thanks again and enjoy your day!

  5. wordsmith May 30, 2011 at 3:28 pm #

    As I cruise the outer regions of the galaxy I find blogrolls with you included Pink. Hmmm…:-)

    • Barely Pink May 30, 2011 at 4:11 pm #

      If this is a hint, I might point you toward my blogroll, Wordsmith. I DID finally update your new location. 😛

      Yes, I am slacktastic. But I added you enthusiastically and with much heart. Does that count? Forgive me?

      • wordsmith May 31, 2011 at 2:17 am #

        It was just a compliment actually! Possibly a bit enigmatically worded 🙂 Fun to see you guiltily running around though…and so at last I am deBloggered!

      • Barely Pink May 31, 2011 at 7:56 pm #

        Why do you have to be so freaking enigmatic? I’m blonde — take it easy on me.

        😛

  6. lea27f May 30, 2011 at 6:09 pm #

    I HATE asking. It’s not something I can bring myself to do easily. Love your retelling, glad you ultimately got what you needed.

    • Barely Pink May 30, 2011 at 7:09 pm #

      I can ask for the fun kind. It’s the more serious kinds, like this, that get stuck in my throat.

      Hi, Lea!

      I love seeing all these new commenters. Hope to see you again!

  7. Brett May 31, 2011 at 12:58 pm #

    Asking for a spanking, to be punished, is incredibly sexy. XO

    • Barely Pink May 31, 2011 at 7:53 pm #

      I agree. What you guys don’t hear is the mental preparation and planning. I usually come up with a clever way to ask — and then just resort to blurting it out really fast. So much for being suave. 🙂

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