Blue and I have a little ritual when he gets home from work. Probably not much different than a lot of couples. I try to greet him at the door everyday with a big hug and kiss. We exchange a few words about how each of our days went. Blue heads off to clean up, and I head to the kitchen.
Yesterday, after the usual greetings, Blue said, I saw you today.
Hmmmm, I was thinking of all the places I had been that day. The grocery store, the bank and I had to gas up the pickup, which gets notoriously bad mileage. Anyway, I sure hadn't seen Blue in any of those places. Really, I didn't see you. Where was this?
I saw you driving on the access road and the highway. He's not smiling and I realize with a sinking feeling just where it was he saw me.
There's an access road that merges with the highway here that has a long "S" curve. The highway is raised and anyone driving on it can clearly see the traffic below. When you're going around those curves, if you go just a little bit faster than the posted speed, you can feel a little bit like a NASCAR driver. Even if you are driving a pickup!
Blue has warned me before about my driving and I usually watch my speed and am a great driver. Really. I flashback to this afternoon. I had the windows down, it was hot, but not a scorcher yet. The wind was blowing my hair. One of my favorite Skynyrd tunes had just come on and it was cranked up nice and loud. It was just one of those moments when all is right with the world and I was feeling fine.
When I reached those "S" curves today, I went ahead and acted a little like Dale Junior, Foolish, I know. What's worse, once I merged onto the highway, I don't recall slowing down.
Oh geez, this would be the day Blue had to have seen me! Not one of those other days when I was driving like his Grandma!
Blue is standing there pinning me to the spot with his eyes. How, I wonder, does he all of a sudden look like he grew a few inches while I feel smaller somehow.
Looked like you were driving pretty fast.
Oh crap! What to say? I should just fess up, we both know I'm totally busted. Maybe some kind of self preservation instinct kicked in, because what I said was,
I guess I may have been going a little faster than usual.
I should have just gone with a full confession and an apology. Blue's gaze becomes even harder.
No, it looked more like you were driving it like you stole it. I couldn't even catch up with you in the work truck.
Blue looks pretty grim and has his lips pressed together. That's never a good sign. He has his eyes locked on mine, and I feel absolutely rooted to the spot I standing on. I feel my mouth go dry and wish I could start this whole day over. I’m having trouble meeting his gaze and feel the sudden need to look down and inspect the polish on my toes. I know what he's waiting for.
Okay, I admit I was driving too fast again. I'm sorry! It won't happen again. I know this isn't going to get me out of trouble, but it's true and I know he'll appreciate not hearing more excuses.
Yeah, I'm going to make sure it doesn't happen again. I guess the warnings I've given haven't made much of an impression on you. We'll make sure that the next time you're driving on that road, you have something to remember. Go ahead to the bedroom and get ready. I'll be there after I clean up, and we'll take care of this right now.
He stands there until I turn around and head down the hall. It's a relief to get away from his steely gaze, at least for a few minutes. Blue is really angry with me, with good reason I have to admit. I've heard several others mention their "worst spanking ever", and I think the one I'm about to experience will be my worst ever.
Getting ready only consists of losing my Levi's. Now what? I hate the waiting and don't know what to do with myself. Sit, stand, pace. I do all three. Finally, I hear Blue's footsteps coming down the hall. It seems like I've been waiting a long time, but it's only been about 10 minutes.
He opens the door and I see he has his belt in hand.
My long run of no punishment spankings comes to an abrupt end. I made it a one month and three days. A new record for me.
NASCAR? Not a fan!