Husband decreed that we will have Maintenance very Saturday. Maintenance Saturday Today I stood, nude, in his office for some time. While I wait, I think about what I will tell him. I know I could have better organized my time this week, I should NOT have spent so much money on new shoes that I didn’t need, and I was quite disappointed in myself that the souffle I made fell. I think that will cover it.
When he enters his office, I tell him these things, two of which he decides deserves punishment on top of my weekly maintenance. The souffle, he explained, could have happened to anyone and I was still learning how to make one.
Which first? he asks. Punishment or Maintenance?
The choice is yours I answer.
He nods, then opens his locked cabinet where he keeps his implements. He pulls out a new item and I wonder what it is. However, he has not asked me a question, so I am not allowed to speak. He slaps the leather item against his palm and I jump.
Then, he explains. This, he says, is a leather tawse. Supple, strong, and easy to use. It will sting, most likely, quite intensely.
He warns me to keep position. If I don’t, he will tie me into place and start the count over.