Not for the first time, but this was a
good bad one.
It started innocently enough. i was getting ready for work, Sir was already dressed, looking handsome, ready to head out the door. i say,
“What do you think you might want for dinner tonight?”
Now i should tell you, if i haven’t mentioned this before, Sir has some unusual eating habits. He is not a gourmand by any means. Some nights, He has cereal for dinner. Not because He couldn’t have other things, but strictly by choice. Some nights, He has peanut butter and jelly. By choice.
i’m on the 17 Day diet again, cycle 1. i’ve lost 2 pounds this week. Yay. But i have to make sure i vary the food i choose or i get bored and start craving other food.
So i’m mentally planning dinner, and i say, almost without thinking,
“What do you think you might want for dinner tonight? i want something exciting… O, wait, that’s right, you’re boring.”
Yeah. That’s what i said. Then i realized what i’d said, and i try to salvage the situation by adding ~ with complete honesty ~
“About food! Not anything else! Just food!”
“Boring?” He says, “Did you just say I’m boring????”
“Um, um, yes, yes, Sir, i kind of did, but that not what i meant, you’re not boring, not at all, not even a teeny bit,” and my voice drops to an almost whisper, “except ~ just ~ you know, about food…” Cause i am nothing if not an honest slut.
Too late. No bonus points for honesty either.
Of course no punishment was immediately forthcoming. Too many people in the house. But i’m sure it’s only a matter of time… And i’m
hoping betting spanking will be involved.