February Creativity

It's still February, of course, and His Holiness and I continue to make this month a memorable one. I get creative and do things that should bring a normal man to his knees. It seems His Holiness isn't normal - mostly, he laughs at my shenanigans and sometimes, the wretch catches me up under his arm and delivers a swat or two!

Tsk! And I try so hard, too. For example, when I'm annoyed by something he's commanded me to do... Time out here for an eye rollin' session and sincere smirking. I generally stop cooking for a while to test just how long he can live on takeout or if he's REALLY annoyed me, I dye his undies a nice shade of hot pink. Hot pink undies under his "summer whites" uniform isn't exactly military protocol. This always annoys him since he has to buy new undies and it never fails to get him to retaliate but of course, he has to catch me first. Sometimes he gets to me before I can slide down the banister, escape into the backyard and put 2 attack-trained rottweilers in front of me. Other times, he has to placate the rotties before he can touch me and by then, I've already climbed to the highest possible branch of one of our trees. If I'm certain the wrath of a demented Neanderthal is about to descend on my very small butt, I head for one of the outer San Juan Islands.

By the time he finally catches up with me, he had to put a little effort into the chasing and catching. I think every UNDESERVED spanking should take a little effort on the part of the spanker. After all, I did MY part!

Anyway, I forget what he said that annoyed me but I remember that I was annoyed and that's the important part. And I was out of hot pink dye and it was time for a change. So, I dumped all his new white undies into the washing machine with a light blue dye. Light blue is an acceptable color in men's undies and besides, he's wearing his winter Navy blues right now. After looking at the water in the machine, it seemed that the light blue was a bit too pale and not worth the effort so I dumped in a box of deep purple. Wouldn't you know that deep purple, mixed with light blue and Tide and warm water, makes the undies a deep shade of mauve? Not violet or orchid, but mauve. Mauve isn't what I call a masculine color.

His Holiness had something else to say about it but I'm a lady and can't say words like that. Between you and me I always thought he was blue-green color blind so this was a complete shock when he recognized that his undies were no longer pristine white. Instead of shouting indelicate phrases, you'd think he'd just resign himself to colored undies or better yet, take them to the dry cleaners/laundry where his uniforms get cleaned. I wonder if sailors suffer small strokes of stooooopid as they go up in rank?

Oh yeah, he caught up with me as I was pulling out of the driveway on my way to the Canadian border. I was not happy with his hard and heavy hand and in between gasping breaths and threats of large doses of ipecac in his food, I threw out a few theories about his penchant for spanking me when I was just being ME. You're NOT going to believe this! The wretch laughed!

Well, let me just say that it is not nice to spank me when I'm feeling righteous. So-o-o-o he buys me a beautiful and sexy dress and strappy FM high-heel sandals and takes me out to a most romantic place for an intimate dinner. I was NOT born yesterday. The man wants S-E-X and wants to pamper me as a way of apology for being heavy handed, I'm sure. Trust me, he gets plenty of lovin', he's just willing to make up a bit for jumping on me for dying his undies AGAIN. I mean... they were mauve, not hot pink.

I, of course, am the female of the species and far more vengeful than any man could ever be. And my tush is still burning. So, I'm dressed. We go out, get to the restaurant, get snuggled into a corner table by ourselves and the waiter serves the wine. His Holiness has an arm around me and he's whispering naughty thoughts in my ears, his fingers are heading toward my breast... I move slightly and his hand drops back and here comes the appetizers and he has to wait to try to cop a feel later.

Dinner is served and he cuts my steak and is watching my mouth... I take a sip of wine and kiss him. He's turned on - I slip my hand under the table and discover that things have GROWN considerably since we got to the restaurant. I can't resist. I take his hand and slip it under my dress. His fingers make their way higher... I spread my thighs... his fingers move to the center of his universe and he hisses. "NO UNDIES?"

Oops, I think I might have forgotten to put on undies.

"You're awfully fresh," I tell him as he pulls his hand away.

Have you ever seen a grown man - married forever - blush? And choke on his wine? It's an absolutely glorious sight. And then I let him know I'm not wearing a bra either and put his palm on my breast.

"Okay, we're leaving," he says and signals the waiter for the check.

Tsk. I'm going to finish my steak and then have cheesecake.

"When I get you home..." he says in a controlled whisper.

"When you get me home, you're going to make love to me like there's no tomorrow."

"This is revenge for that spanking, isn't it?"

"Yep."

"You're very very naughty."

"Are you bragging or complaining?"

He didn't answer me but the kiss that followed - while the waiter stood there wondering if he should refresh our wineglasses, convinced me that His Holiness wasn't at all unhappy about my latest bit of February creativity.

~Sar~
P.S. Look at the top right of this page. I've added a link that will show you pics of my babies. Aren't they handsome?