"A little girl? a child? I don't know what you mean!"
I wrinkled my nose at him and puffed air out through my nostrils.... pffffft. WB had said something to the effects of me acting like a child at times...
I flashed him an eyeroll and he smiled. He knows me more then I know myself and it angers me at times.
The other day, when I was feeling feisty, and brat like... I was fully pestering Boss Man WB. Pushing if you will.
I playfully taunted and teased. I quipped at him and gave him my "matter of fact" cool one eyebrow raise.
I could see he was getting tired of me being so playful.
AND, he took matters into his own hands like any good boss would do and set me straight.
WB and I were folding laundry in our bedroom. I think he had almost had enough when I folded his belt over my hand and gave him a little swat with it.
"Watch it!" he said. But I just smiled and waved the belt in front of my face back and forth.
"I'm watching it" I said.
I'm pretty sure that's when I realized that FOR SURE he was not so into playing and was now just more angry.
He quickly grabbed my arm, spun me around and pushed me down over a pile of laundry on our bed. My bottom turned up.
Kids who were old enough were away for the day and other little rattlesnakes were napping.
No one was around to hear.
I felt his hand come up and pull my shorts into a massive wedgie! "OWWW" I complained.
I could feel cool air on my now exposed cheeks.
"You!" smack "Are just" smack "a naughty, naughty little girl" smack "who needs spanked" smack "and... who can't keep her smart mouth shut" smack "you also need fucked don't you? is that why you are so pent up and pestering me?"
"mmmmffff" I said into the mattress
"What?" he said and gave me another smack
"YES!" I breathed as I pulled my face up out of the bed
"uhm humm.... well, I know what to do with you" He said as he grabbed my shorts and pulled them off in one fluid motion.
He then proceeded to give me EXACTLY what I needed. :) and afterwards, I felt calm. VERY calm.
It is wonderful when we get a little alone time, even if we only had an hour to spare.
The funny thing is, it didn't just stay with me for that hour though. It trickled slowly into the rest of the day.
The whole thing, and the thought about his words. I couldn't stop thinking about them.
Words like "little girl"
What does that mean to me, and him? Does he really see me like that?
I asked him.
He said I was quite child like at times.
Mannerisms and such, things that interest me or excite me.
I didn't know how to feel.
I gave it a ton of thought that day and I'll have to blog later on that whole little girl subject.
It's late now and it's the only time I can blog or read blogs but my eye balls may just fall right out of my head if I don't get some sleep.
So, another day, another pondering.