Five Minutes To Seduction

"Oh no!" my friend said, interrupting our phone conversation, rather suddenly, "it's been more than five minutes! You better go!"

I laughed at the urgency in her voice. Yes, Jay had given me permission only to talk for that long, and then I was to come downstairs to take a shower and go to bed. But c'mon, this was Jay we were talking about, not her ultra consistent husband! "Don't worry, I'm sure he didn't actually mean five minutes," I assured her, trying to steer the conversation back to what we were talking about.

"Kay, you better go. I don't want you to get in trouble!"

"I won't! Don't worry so much! Everything will be fine, I'm sure of it! Anyway--"

"Kay," my oh so wise friend chided, "you are such an amnesiac! You don't think about being in trouble until you're actually hearing him say, "roll over!"

Okay she's got me there. "True," I admitted. "But this time I'm pretty sure I'm in the clear, it's okay! Jay's in the bathroom, he's busy! Maybe sometimes yeah. But with this situation, I'm pretty sure--"

And then I heard it. That little sound letting me know my call waiting was still working fantastically. Any guesses as to who was on the other line? Yeah, you guessed it, you smart people!

"Uh oh, speaking of," I groaned, "hang on..."

"Hi Honey!" I greeted, as sweetly as I could.

"And you are WHERE?" Jay's voice was stern and HOH-y. Ut oh.

"Um--"

"Are you still on the phone?"

I thought for a second. Technically I wasn't, my friend had clicked off. But I resisted the temptation to use the loophole. "I was," I admitted.

"Why?"

"Well, I knew you were in the bathroom, and I thought I had more time!"

"Uh huh," he answered thoughtfully, meaningfully. And what did I say, Kay? I said five minutes, didn't I?"

"Yes." I answered quietly.

"Come downstairs NOW and get in the shower," he told me, leaving no room for debate.

I immediately did as I was told. While I was getting undressed though I couldn't help complaining that I was already sore a little from a previous discipline I'd gotten not that long before. Maybe I was playing on his sympathies a little? Yeah, I know, I know. But it works...sometimes!

"I'm sorry Sweetie," he started out tenderly, "that you're hurting! Considering that afterwards, you're going to be hurting a lot more!" Okay so it didn't work that time, grrrr...

"But-but-but Jay! I can't take a spanking after a shower!" As everyone knows, Shower + Spanking = VERY Ouchie! Ugh!

"But I said five minutes, and I meant it. And you stayed on longer, didn't you? Totally disregarded what I said?"

"Yes! I mean No! I mean--" I thought fast. "Well, I thought maybe you might have been talking about a football five minutes!"

My husband stifled a smile and shook his head. "Weaseling, loopholing (is that even a word?), LYING...which one should I pick in addition to direct disobedience?"

Oh and eek. I was not liking the direction of this conversation at all. I stayed silent.

And afterward prepared for the inevitable. Well, maybe not completely. I had one more trick I could use. I mean, we'd just taken a shower together. It wouldn't be that difficult...mwhahaha!

Jay studied my too gleeful scheming expression I was trying desperately to hide. As always, he can read me like a book. He shook his head slowly. "On your stomach," he directed. I obeyed. Well, sort of. I positioned myself just right so I could...well, get down to seducing him. He smiled wide. Ha! As usual, he can't resist! Yep, I was getting out of it. I'd won for sure.

Except...a conversation I'd had with my friend suddenly interrupted my triumphant victory party. And suddenly I felt guilty. Had I deserved to be punished? Yes. Was I respecting his authority by what I was doing? No.  Was I being massively selfish and using sex in a way I shouldn't be? Um...yeah. And then there was the idea that I should be seducing him because I love him, not to get out of something. Isn't that using him? Ugh, not something I ever wanted to do. Lastly, would me weaseling my way out of punishments I earned and agreed to help our marriage and HELP US GROW? No... Probably even keep us from growing at all. Sigh. Happy, friend of mine?

And so I paused, even stopped.

"What's wrong? Why'd you stop?"

I turned mournful eyes up to his. "I remember a conversation with a friend, and suddenly I feel guilty," I confessed.

His eyebrows raised in surprise. Then, "Okay, let's get this over with..." I gritted my teeth and prepared for the implement to fall. It hurt. During, I cursed my stupid conscience that wouldn't let me go to bed all snuggly and pain-free. Grrr! Afterward, while Jay cuddled me, he asked me the weirdest question.

"You feel better that you did the right thing?"

I stared at him. Huh? What kind of stupid question is that, you you Meanie? NO! I DON'T feel better! It hurt A LOT, and I'm in pain, and I didn't have to be! This totally bites! 

But then I noticed his expression. Pride in his girl. That I'd resisted temptation and done the right thing. And my own hardened one softened. "Yeah," I said, cuddling into him. "I do."

And soon after we finished what I had started earlier...the right way this time. :)



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