Dear Aunt Kay:
I thought I had been a good boy this month, but my wife informed me last Wednesday that she had some issues that we needed to talk about. Every time she says the word issues, I get apprehensive because I know I'm in trouble and may wind up over her knees. I asked her what, if anything, I had done wrong and she just said that we would talk about it Friday evening. It always makes me nervous when she does that and she knows it. I'm sure she does it on purpose. I should have learned after all these years not to ask but I haven’t, and I guess I never will.
When I got home, she had prepared a nice meal and made arrangements for us to be alone that evening. Two of our children still are at home and going to school so we're not often alone. But Charlotte had made sure that we would be that night and told me so.
She knows better than me what I need and she always has. And this time was no exception. I had been under a lot of stress at work, and she pointed out to me where I had snapped and growled and griped and fussed. We ate and after the meal was over, I started to help her put the dishes in the dishwasher. That's when she turned to me and told me to go and get a hot bath and wait for her in the bedroom. I knew what this meant and my heart jumped up into my throat. I guess I kinda threw a lil temper tantrum, because Charlotte raised her voice to me and told me to go right then and no arguing. She doesn't often raise her voice unless she's fed up with me.
What choice did I have but to go and do as I was told. I'm feeling like a 6-yr. old kid now being sent to his room for being naughty and talking back. Anyway, I went to the bedroom and removed my clothes and put them on the cedar chest at the foot of the bed, then I went into the bathroom and started a bath running in the tub. I sat down on the side of the tub and just thought for a few minutes about how all this had come about and what led up to it. I knew I was wrong, but I didn't want to admit it. After I had gotten my bath and brushed my teeth and shaved, I went back into our bedroom and sat on the bed to wait for her. It seemed like ages until I heard her coming down the hall and when she came in, she found me sitting there with my hands in my lap, covering myself. This is when she did something that she's never done before. She walked over to me. I was so embarrassed that I wanted to crawl under the bed. Aunt Kay, sometimes Charlotte makes me feel like a little kid who's been caught stealing a cookie and hiding it under the covers.
Anyway, she didn't tell me to get over her knees and that surprised me. She just put her arms around me and held me for a while. I melted into her embrace and thought that maybe I wouldn't get punished but something deep inside me hoped that I would. Then she looked at me and started to tell me again how I'd been acting and what she thought should be done about it. I just sat three looking down at my feet and hoping she would do something other than lecture me. Well, after she finished talking to me, she patted her knees. I knew what that meant and reluctantly I slid over and lay across them. I don't normally beg but this time I did. I told her that I was sorry that I had upset her and asked her please not to spank me too hard. Strange but she didn't start to spank me. She put her hand on my behind and began to caress me in a very tender and loving way. She told me that she knew I had been under a lot of stress and has been working hard, then she said she loved me very much but that she would not put up with the way I had been acting. Then she picked up the paddle that I had laid on the bed earlier and just started patting my bottom with it. She didn't hit me hard though, just patted me a few times. Then she asked me how I felt and I told her that I felt miserable because I thought that she was disappointed in me. That's when she dropped the bomb.
Charlotte told me that she loved me for the man I was and for the little boy in me too. She said she intended to bring out the little boy in me and teach him how to act properly. I felt kinda funny when she said that to me, but I didn't have a chance to ask exactly when she meant because she started to spank me. She takes her time when she disciplines me and it seemed that the spankings lasted forever. After about fifteen hard swats I couldn't hold back and the tears started. She told me later that she had given me thirty-five swats in all and I took them just like she knew I would. I was limp and sobbing over her knees as she gave me the last five. She held me on her lap for a while and told me to cry it out then helped me onto the bed and lay down beside me.
Aunt Kay, at this point I felt like the little boy she wanted me to be, and I was grateful when she held me in her arms. We talked for a long time that night and I finally drifted off to sleep curled up next to her. I don't know what time Charlotte went to sleep but I went fairly fast after we finished our talk because I was mentally exhausted and my bottom was very sore.
One thing she said that made me smile inside though. I told her as I usually do that, I would behave myself and she said, "No, honey, you won't, but I'll always be here to correct you when I think you need it."
Your friend,
Ted