When It Is Too Late For “Sorry!”
You know how this goes even if you never have been there in real life, don’t you, young lady? It started with just kidding around, and then you got brave and pushed the envelope, just to see if you could get away with it, then you pushed it some more. Suddenly you had gone too far, and his sterling sense of humor evaporated like a raindrop in the Nevada sun.
And the next thing you know, there you are, and there is your bare bottom, and he is being oh so very serious with it. You did not sign on for this, because this is going beyond sting, beyond ouch, and into some truly squeal-inducing territory you had much rather not explore, ever.
So you try to head him off at the pass, give him your very best ‘see how pitiful I am, you can’t really want to spank me HARD, can you?’ face, along with all the most sincere sorries and mea culpas you can muster, hoping that in spite of everything you know about him he will relent, at least a little bit, at least to the point that you do not absolutely have to have a pillow to sit on for the next several hours.
This of course is when all the wrong moves you made flash through your mind, all the do overs you wish you could get, all the button pushing you want to take back. You recall the twinkle in his eye when he told you off for using that phrase he hates first thing this morning; you remember with warm fondness the brief and sting-y but exhilarating few swats he gave you when you said it again at lunch; and now you are blathering apologies a mile a minute, your bottom already aquiver in anticipation of his titanium-like, no-nonsense hand on your soft and sensitive flesh because you said it AGAIN right after supper.
Yes, now that you have pushed him this far, you might as well save the sorries. You won’t, of course, because there is always hope that he will listen, and eventually he will.
The words coming out of your mouth at that point might bear little resemblance to your mother tongue for all the sobbing you do while attempting to utter them, but once he has sorted you out, once he has rosened your bum to a brilliant well-done, once he has made, emphasized, and re-emphasized his point, then his wonted patience will return, good as new.
Until then you could be in for some rather rough seas, my girl, as well you can imagine. But you pushed against the boundary and found exactly how much give it had, and now that he has dragged you back to your proper place on THIS side of the line, he will want to hear the sorries and mea culpas again, and this time there will be forgiveness, and all will be bright and peaceful in your world once more.
Until the next time.
That is all.