SOOO..... he's being kind as he's lecturing, and it goes something like this:
The Man: I'm sorry that we are here, and I know that you are sorry that you smoked.
Me: Actually, I'm not. I'm sorry that you are upset and that I disappointed you, but I feel like I did what I needed to do to maintain my sanity. Given the same set of circumstances, I would do it again.
(I KNOW.... I KNOW... Where were all of you when my mouth was just running... running... running...)
The look of shock/surprise on his face would have been comical had I not been about to go over his knees. He did however recover well. I got the whole, thank you for your honesty, and he meant it. Just as he meant what came after. He was firm, he was kind, and I was spanked.
Yet, in the aftermath is when I could straddle his lap, and lay my head on his shoulder, and as he held me, whisper, "I'm sorry for my part in making things so bad between us." Which opened the door for him to hold me tight and say back,"and I am sorry for mine."
He has taken me away for the weekend. My phone has been left at home and so has my computer. I have had his undivided attention and it's been great. Do we have talking to do? Yes.. but The Man is taking me to the Zoo today...