Seeing the Signs

I guess it makes sense that at times Lynda knows before I do that she’s getting a spanking.

But it really makes my head spin to realize she doesn’t know that she knows.

You know?

Yesterday, she neglected one of her tasks. In the grand scheme of things, it wasn’t such a big deal, especially considering how well she has been doing in general. But it is one of those ironclad issues around here that always earns a spanking.

She caught her slip pretty quickly. Chances are I might not have noticed it, but of course, I did, although I didn’t say anything at the time. Even if I hadn’t noticed I would have seen indications from her that told me she knew a spanking was coming. 

She claims that when she knows she’s going to be spanked, she puts it completely out of her mind until I bring it up.  But it just won’t stay buried.

It has taken me a long time to recognize the signs, but it was clear this morning.

She was mildly agitated, although she tried not to show it. She fluttered about the house, busy with small tasks, moving past me just fast enough that it was hard to get her attention. At times she started conversations that got me off my train of thought.

Before ttwd, she was like this most of the time. And that was on her good days. But now it’s mostly when she’s trying not to think about how she’s probably going to get spanked.

I was thinking of dealing with this at lunch, but I didn’t want her to go on this way all morning. 

So we took care of it before I went to work.

And she was in a better mood. And she had a productive morning. 

We just had our thirtieth anniversary and I’m still learning about her.