I love a good round of witty teasing banter, sparring with puns, and clever double-entendres. It’s hot! But because in this arena I can beat Xander, I have to be a bit careful. I do love my man, after all, and no one enjoys being shown up. And in the heat of a good banter, I have to pay attention not to cross the line between funny and no-longer-funny just because I can’t resist this joke that just fits too well…
So last Sunday morning, I sassed Xander with a few quick-witted replies in what I thought was good-natured fun. He didn’t even engage. In that relaxed tone that says “I’m in charge and I know it,” he simply said, “You do remember I can extract revenge for that now?” I opened my mouth for a really good comeback – and then I realised what he’d just said, and I closed it again. I may be sassy, but I’m not daft, and he’s spanking hard these days. Also, he doesn’t usually talk much about spanking or threaten them much, so I was feeling like I was treading on very thin ice. So I refrained from saying the first thing that came to my mind. And the second. And the third.
When I was done with my goldfish imitation, I carefully said, “You wouldn’t be that cheap… would you?” He grinned and replied, “Oh but I will. And it won’t even cost me a thing. But it’ll cost you.” After a pause, he added: “Tell me, what do you think it’ll cost you?” I thought for a minute and then mumbled, “My pride and some of my dignity, I guess,” and then I got quickly busy with something incredibly urgent and important in the kitchen.
I really wasn’t sure how I felt about what had just happened. I crave his dominance, and I do want to please and not hurt or annoy him. But I do love our teasing! Had I really been out of line with this? Was this something he felt a bit sensitive about, and I hadn’t known? Or was this a general, “don’t get sassy at all” thing now? I thought we were having fun! Or were we still, and he was just having a bit of fun with me now?
I couldn’t stop thinking about it. When we went to bed Sunday night, I asked him outright if I’d overstepped that morning or hurt him. He said no and told me not to worry, so I didn’t. Have I mentioned how much I love this part of our relationship, when he tells me not to worry, and I can actually let it go, just because he said so? Best. Thing. Ever! So, I snuggled up to him and went to sleep.
Now, Monday morning maintenance tends to be thorough, because due to the lack of a morning routine, we often miss it on the weekends. And since a solid spanking tends to put me in a good frame of mind, and Xander likes to make sure I’ve got a good start to the week, he delivers. And that Monday morning, he definitely delivered. It took me a good long while that day to arrive at the “true surrender” point when I got all floppy and heavy on his lap when I accept that the spanking ends when he says so and not a moment before. I was so glad when he finally, finally decided I’d had enough! He rubbed my hot backside for a bit and then he said, “And now we’ll deal with yesterday’s sass.”
Yikes! On top of THAT??? It was a good thing the submission hormones had already kicked in, or I would have jumped straight off his lap! I tried to remember stuff like “I wanted this” and “it’s only pain” and “it only feels like forever” and tried to steel myself for what came next without tensing my body again.
I felt him hold the implement to my backside, like he often does before he deals me those particularly hard single smacks. Next came that scary feeling of nothing as he pulled back, and then – a soft, soft pat on each cheek. I never thought the “black beast” could kiss as well as hit, but apparently, I was dead wrong. Lucky me!
My first ending to this post was “And in retrospect, I’d say he won that round of banter – unfair and square. And I love it that way.” But now it isn’t how this ends. Because after I read this to him last night, he said, “So, is that what happened? You still don’t get it, do you?” And this morning it finally dawned on me just how long a game he plays and how hard I lost this round, and that he actually won this fair and square. Darn his domly poker face!
And I still love it that way.