A Little Spanking and a Comical Loving Interlude

I felt like giving myself and all of you, a tiny chuckle at my expense.

Just to set the stage…..Of our life!

My Scotsman has been away working to pay the bills. It's been around two months.

I have to say it has been stressful because he wasn’t working full time, and in his line of work they must pay for all living expenses when away. No compensation from the company. So basically we are paying for both of our kids until their student loans kick in, hubby living away and mother-in-law and I!

My job is like an emotional and physical mine field every day. It would take too long to explain.

What a life we lead.

In times when I am stressed I  always like to look at the bright side to avoid getting discouraged.

So I lighten it up by sharing my funny life.

A few weeks ago my Scotsman was able to come home. He wasn’t working on the Friday so it would be a nice long weekend. He would spend quite a bit of Friday and Sunday driving but worth the time spent with each other.

 HA…!! Foreshadowing here….

That weekend both of our kids were around as well as his mother and a multitude of friends in and out.

 Can you imagine how hard it would be to get some privacy??? I'm talking about the erotic stuff!!!

 He manages to ALWAYS smack my behind regularly with stinging swats, however lately we have not had long spankings.

Our bedroom is sandwiched between his mothers’ room and our daughters’ room.

 We are not SOUND PROOFED.

Oh…. I can’t forget our TWO crazy yapping dogs…that scratch and yelp when our door is closed. Ahem…NO MATTER WHAT we are doing!

 So if we want peace…we let them in…

PICTURE THAT.

So before I forget to mention this important fact…..Our bed is broken. It is on the side where I sleep. Not sure how it happened but the frame is cracked. I was sleeping as if my head and chest were angled down a hole! While hubs was gone I flipped my head to the bottom of the bed and all seemed fine. Well maybe not exactly….

The mattress is a regular size Queen and the frame is an extra-long Queen frame.

My creative fix for that is LOTS OF GIANT PILLOWS between the mattress and frame!!

I know…The man is a SAINT! If you want to refresh your memory as to how I insisted we ‘inherit’ …..I can’t find the post…. so sorry!

I kinda, sorta, made it impossible for my guy to say no to a bed my Aunt and Uncle owned. He is so good to me and my quirks. The bed barely fits in our room. He even has to squeeze around the bed in the middle of the night when he needs to use the loo. 

I know…The man is one of a kind!

 Maybe you can guess why he spanks me?

I did suggest I could try and fix the bed before he came home, but that was not welcomed with open arms. It was strongly discouraged since I was going to get beneath the broken bed…

He worries.

I probably could have done something to make the bed better...I am very creative at problem solving. Note the pillows in the gap above...LOL.

A friend strongly discouraged me from hurting myself…Good advice. My job and all....

On to the passionate reuniting! Lovey dovey stuff...! LOL

We made sure we had some time and space. My Scotsman began our little interlude with a spanking. He used his hand...which is hard.

It had been a LONG time for me…So even if both of us would have benefited from more …He was distracted from his purpose.

 Must have been my red behind!

 

Things quickly progressed to other intimate endeavors.

Here is where our romantic, beautiful interlude takes a comical and frustrating turn.

As we longingly begin… Daughter runs in for a brief moment calling to us and saying she’s going back out. 

We freeze.

Her parting words DO make us smile… “Love you guys see you later!”

After the door slams…

My Scotsman starts, then my Scotsman stops.

He feels that he is on the wrong side of the bed because his head is where his feet were…This apart from the large GAP PROBLEM at the foot--- I mean head----of the bed…makes him aggravated.

We are positioned awkwardly for…um intimacy.

Can't imagine the awkward positioning?? Large gap...where our heads are....at the bottom of the bed? 

 So he tells me I need to switch places. 

I get irritated saying, ‘SERIOUSLY’, and tell him he needs to climb over so I can slide under him.

 Not an easy feat.

Now we have the gap…AND I am on the WRONG side of the bed.....

THEN ….

The phone rings…Our son calling for a ride home!

We turn to each other again. Sigh…REALLY!!!

AND

The dogs go ballistic! They scratch and yelp like mad.

We both say ‘bugger it all’ and ignore the pests!

I believe I ended up hanging off the bed…but we had some fun and a great deal of laughs.

In the end I was smacked a bit more-- possibly-- for my cheeky attitude.

 What a life we lead!