Well, one of us had to break the silence, and I thought I'd do it with a short little disciplinary vignette.
It was very late Saturday night/early Sunday morning, and I was reading through my email.
"Time for bed." A. sat next to me on the bed with his tray of tobacco and cigarette papers.
"I know." I nodded and continued reading my email.
Bedtimes hadn't been enforced as much during the preceding days because I had been sleeping even more than my usual 12-14 hours. It's hard to go to bed at midnight when you just got up seven hours earlier.
A. finished rolling his fag and went out to smoke. I sat on the bed skimming quickly through my email as I wanted to try and get it all read before going to sleep.
When A. returned from smoking, I still had two or three more emails in my inbox and was riffling madly through them.
"Bedtime for you, lady," he said as he took his coat off.
"Yes, Sir," I replied even as I continued scanning an email about ME/CFS research.
"Off," he ordered, pointing to the laptop. "Computer off."
I looked up and, upon seeing the stony determination in his eyes, quickly hit "Turn off computer" with a feeling of giddy impishness mixed with gratitude.
"I like it when you're strict," I said with that same mixture of mischievousness and appreciation as my laptop went through the shut-down process.
A. grinned.
"Right. Into bed. On your tummy."
That last clause made me let out a bit of a gasp. And then a pout.
"But you already spanked me tonight," I sulked as A. grabbed the wooden ruler. Not that it made any difference. He took my pajama bottoms and panties down anyway and delivered twenty-four strokes to my backside.
It was just stingy enough to make me think twice about ignoring A.'s bedtime admonitions.
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For those 700 or so of you who only saw the first sentence of this post when you first read it, you can now imagine how that happened: I started to write the post, A. told me to go to bed, I abruptly hit "save" without even thinking to click "draft" under publish status and closed my laptop right away. So, you know, I did learn my lesson from the other night...Sorta.
