A Correction

As you can imagine, Sir and i had some follow-up conversation about my accidental escape from my bonds Tuesday night,   He  said that He had come to bed thinking that He would reach over and untie me, only to discover that i was ALREADY untied, my hands just flopping anywhere they wanted to, all over the bed…  as He describes it, it was a scene of total abandon, my hands just flitting promiscuously wherever they chose.

My {giggly} protestations that it wasn’t my fault fell on deaf ears.  

It got worse when He was tucking me in last night and saw the rope.  It was only then that He realized that the rope had not come untied, my hands had slipped out.

Brandishing the rope, He says, “So tell me again, how did this happen?  You’re telling me you just slipped out of this?  What ~  just slipped free???”

{Giggling…}  “Yes, Sir, pretty much like that.”

“And I’m supposed to believe you didn’t have anything to do with this?”

“Well, i was asleep, Sir.  i couldn’t help it.”

But the interrogation continues.  “So you woke up and you were just free?  Just magically without any effort or intention on your part?”

“Well,” in the interest of honesty, i say, “i kind of woke up,  i was half-asleep, and i woke up and one hand was out.  So i just, um, i just sort of , well, you know, i took ~ um, i took the other hand out ~ but i wasn’t even thinking about it, it just kind of happened.”

“Just. Kind of.  Happened.”  He pauses, shakes His head.   “So, you’re telling me with one hand already out, already running free, you just decided, ‘Well, might as well take it to the next level,’ and just pulled the other one out?  That’s what you’re telling me.”

{Giggling}  “Um, apparently, Sir.  BUT ~ i was half-asleep, i didn’t’ really know what i was doing.”

“Well, just tell me this.  Did it even cross your mind, did the thought even cross your mind, to put the other hand back in the rope???”

“Um, well, um, no, um, no, Sir” {giggle} “It really didn’t.  No.  Sir.”

“There you are, one hand out, and you know you’re supposed to be tied, and it doesn’t even occur to you to put the other hand back in.”  He shakes His head.

“Um, no Sir.  Well, ok, maybe for a second.  i might have – it might have crossed my mind.”

“OH!  That’s even worse!  You thought about it and ~~~”  much head shaking, “and didn’t do the right thing.”

It goes on like that a bit longer, i believe ~ i’m already tethered by the ankle at that point, and halfway tucked in bed.  It’s not exactly a rant, my Sir doesn’t rant, but my motivations and i are under some scrutiny.

So i’m not exactly surprised when He pushes me to my stomach, pulls the cover down, and delivers a number of stinging blows to my bare bottom.  

Um, no, i’m not complaining, they were just about exactly the kind i like best.  

But this morning, He tells me that He read your comments on yesterday’s post.  He says  it looks to HIm like i’ve given youall the impression that the rope came untied.  Like the knots came undone.

He thinks i need to straighten that out, to let you know that’s NOT what happened at all.   To admit that i just slipped my hands out.  Even when i could have done the right thing and put the second hand back in ~ no.  i chose not to.

So here i am, as directed, straightening that out.  Letting you know ~ the rest of the story.

{Giggle}

Hope you have a Happy Valentine’s Day!!