Friday, December 30, 2005

Xmas Haul

From Monsieur, I got stuff that I didn’t know I said I wanted but must have muttered it under my breath, because I did want it:
pPearls
emeralds
Jewels!
  • a purple – no, royal crimson – bathrobe
  • pajamas
  • a pearl necklace (oh grow UP!! I mean jewelry) and another of emerald – my birthstone
From the boys:
  • Parachutes CD, Coldplay – oh, quit laughing at me. I like Coldplay.
  • Yellow Submarine, the movie – I mentioned once that I had never seen it, and of course the Two Bigglest Boys were shocked, dumbfounded, and wondered how I could call myself a civilized human being with such an obvious gap in my education.
From my mom & dad:
  • The Joy of Cooking
  • The Sedgwick County Ag Extension Cookbook
    (I think they’re just trying to help)
  • T-shirts, skirts, gift certificate for shoes
Still no yum-yum yet. I got a phone number with my tip the other day at work, from a cutie guy, kinda looked like John Corbett from Sex and the City / My Big Fat Greek Wedding. Only cuter. The phone number sits in a pile of scrap paper on a dresser upstairs. Yearn, yearn, yearn.

John Corbett, not the guy who gave me his number.

In other news … Monsieur apologized for being a pooh-pooh head (see earlier post), although he didn’t actually say it that way.
“[Yearning Heart], I am sorry I was so abrupt with you the other night.”
I acted as if I didn’t remember. “The other night?”
“You remember, of course you do. The children were not ready for bed, and were becoming rowdy and misbehaved.”
“Oh yes, well. As to that, I understand your anger, Monsieur.”
“I am glad that you so understand. My temper has been short of late, and I am truly contrite.”
“I accept, Monsieur, and I will try to be more firm with the children, and I hope that you will tell me when something is not to your liking. But please, in the future, do not do it in front of the boys?”
“Yes, I promise.”
“I love you, Monsieur, and I hope that if you ever have the need to punish me you shall do it in private, in the proper way.”
“‘In the proper way’?”
“Yes, Monsieur.” I unbuckled his belt, sliding it off of his pants and removing it. I handed it to him, then turned around, bent over with my hands on my knees and pointed my bottom at him.[1] “The proper way,” I repeated.
He made a noise in his throat. “I have no wish to hurt you,” he whispered softly.
“I know, Monsieur. One or two won’t hurt; they may clear the air between us and possibly make our lives much easier.”
“I don’t spank my children; why would you think I would spank you?”
“Just one, Monsieur, and not on my bare bottom. Please. You’ll feel better, and so will I.”
He did, and not as hard as he could have.
(Ouch.)
He put his belt back on, and asked me if I felt better.
“Yes, Monsieur.”
[1] Thanks to Amber, for the suggestion.

8 comments:

The Venting Housewife said...

Sounds like you had a fantastic Christmas, and wow jewelry from Monsieur, nice. What is "Yellow Submarine"??

Well I would give the hottie a call, what hurt can going out for coffee do??

Did you enjoy the spanking, I would have asked for a licking instead *wink*

the Yearning Heart said...

VH, it was nice. Yellow Submarine was a movie kinda based on a song by the Beatles, in which the Beatles (animated, and not voiced by the actual Beatles) save Pepperland from the evil Blue Meanies. Great fun:
Ringo: Hey, I wonder what'll happen if I pull this lever?
Old Fred: Oh, you mustn't do that now!
Ringo: Can't help it. I'm a born "Liver-pooler."
Maybe I should call the hottie ... but I know what harm it could do. It would make my hear ache for more, and then I would give in, and then I would feel bad, and then, and then, and then.... I'm much better off whoring online at Lady Ann's, and I've sworn off that, too.
I've asking for 'lickings' and not gotten any. To be honest when I bent over for Monsieur, I expected him to refuse. I was faced the other way and when I heard the whistling sound of the belt through the air, I was surprised - then when the belt hit my ass I felt ... well, stinging pain, of course, but something else, I don't know what. Resolve. Satisfaction. I must explore this feeling, and blog it.

kellywalters said...

oh my friggggggiiiinnn god!

you are a pimp..

I want a pearl necklace.. how can I become such a pimp as you?

Anocsanamun said...

I agree - he may not be corbett but if he had some looks Im def in for it! As I can see you DID have a Merry Xmas - and hope you have a wonderful New year!
XO

Desireous said...

Lovely gifts! There is something so special when you put on jewelry given to you by a man! Don't you agree?

I think I know what you mean about the spanking and the feeling after. It's like washing away the guilt. It's a glorious feeling.

Hugs
Des

the Yearning Heart said...

roxi - I don't know! I have no idea what I did to deserve such wonderful things.

anoc, I'm too faithful and also I'm a coward. Even thinking about it makes me feel guilty.

des, I am still wearing the pearls. Also, I was very rarely spanked as a child. I used to think that women who were spanked were abused somehow, but I've spoken to a few friends and now since I've had one from Monsieur I realize there's something more going on. I need to really medidate about this.

ShyRocket said...

Wishing you all the best in 2006... enjoy your blog a lot... have been lurking for a while. (Sorry... a bit shy.)

the Yearning Heart said...

aw, thanks shyrocket. It's ok, I like shy guys too!