Wild Spank-no Fantasies

Yeah it's a miracle, I'm posting less than a week from the time I posted last! Shaddup. Anyway, all you spank-nos out there...(all three or four of you maybe?), I'm speaking to you especially in this post, appealing to the bond that unites us. Particularly the fantasies we dream about.

Now you spankos out there have to understand that some of our fantasies differ slightly from yours. There's the loving ones that every woman dreams about, yes. But unlike your fantasies like of stuff that happens in DD fiction, we also dream about, for instance, days we can do what most want and not be held accountable. Of course, bonfires of burning implements, hee hee. And then there's something else. Deep in the recesses of our mind, we dream about something else, a little dark, but just as comforting.

So spank-nos, level with me: on those days, when everything seems to be going wrong, ever thought about what it would be like if we could switch roles with our husbands? Let them know what it's like (maybe get sweet revenge...shhh, I didn't just say that!)  Okay, all you goody two shoes, you can deny you've ever considered such a thing. But I'll be brave and say it. I have. I've even expressed that fantasy to my husband a time a two. In teasing, of course...um yeah. "Just a day! For educational reasons! Please?" He's always shot me down, for some reason. Go figure.

Until this conversation came up out of the blue:

"So Sweetie, I've been thinking, I'll make a deal with you."

"Okay..." I answered warily, trying to decipher the mischief in his eyes.

"If you can get a job that pays as much or more as me with the company I work with, then we'll switch roles: you'll work there, and I'll stay home with little J, and you can even be in charge."

"Wait...WHAT??!!" I sputtered, trying not to choke on my coffee.

"You can be HOH," he clarified, grinning. I stared at him in utter disbelief. I could almost hear a hallelujah chorus and see a light from heaven. Did he really just say that...and mean it?

"You mean you'd follow my rules, and I'd get to spank YOU?"

"Sure!" he answered. "All of it!"

"Hmmmm, and what do you think you be doing all day?" I asked him, my skepticism returning.

"Mainly fishing with little J like every day!" he told me, his blue eyes alight with mirth.

"Ha, you think so! And nope, there's keeping up the house and yard, cleaning..."

"Yeah well, I'm 10 times faster than you at that stuff. I'd get it done really fast and be out fishing all day!"

Kay, don't roll your eyes, don't roll them... Here I was thinking I was in the middle of a fantasy, geez, I guess not compared to him! Okay, he's right about being way faster at completing things. But the rest of it was either a huge underestimation on what it takes to raise our son, or most likely a clever argument to support his point of being serious about this.

"Yeah uh huh!" I answered, laughing. "You so would not be able to last! You practically go crazy when I leave little J with you all day and on the weekends when I'm working already! Not to mention your pride, you know you'd never be able to submit to me!" 

He just grinned at me. "Maybe, but we'll never know, will we?"

"Are you taunting me. Because I can, and then I'd make you pay! I just might!"

"Uh huh," he said, in that playfully mocking tone of his. Sure you will, Sweetie. Give me a kiss, and have a good day!"

And then he left for work, leaving me to mull over his strange proposition.


The great thing is Jay doesn't read my blog, and I can say whatever I want on here, without fear of him reading it. Mwhahahaha! So I should tell you what I won't tell him: that no matter how much I joke about wanting it, I would never never want to be HOH for any length beyond a day. I know, all you HOH's out there, that your job isn't easy, and I don't think I'd be able to do it! It's just not my personality. And truth be told, I can't imagine he would ever be able to be in my position, either! He wouldn't even celebrate leap year that way! Still, I can't deny that one day, just one day, would be so cool to switch roles, and yes, I've fantasized about it a lot! Like I said, it's quite comforting at times!

Now I'm smart enough to know what this is. He's taunting me with what he thinks is an impossible task.  He doesn't think I'll be able to do it. I disagree actually. I have a Master's degree, thank you! There is a reason why I'm home (besides working weekends when he's not working), and he does know that and appreciates it. And getting and keeping a job there would not work for us, anyway. Plus, even if I got a job there and he stayed home, we'd keep the same dynamic, it's not like it's based on our jobs, anyway. Still...this is kind of a tempting offer to just pass up without having a little fun with it, ya know?

So what do you think I should do? Chalk it up to him kidding around, and let that happy dream go for the harmless taunting that it is, or hee hee, actually go through the job process and succeed in getting a job there (not keep it, just get it)...just to see him sweat?!

What to do, what to do... ;)