Monday, January 11, 2016

A Matter of Trust

Hello everyone - Wow, Monday's come around way too fast.  Last week was a busy week for me - a rainy one too.  It's an unseasonably cold wet winter here.  Can't wait until it gets back to normal.  However, I saw something that this might be the new normal.  

It's been a football weekend here at our house.  As I write this, the Washington Redskins have scored a TD.  I think they'll be here in AZ next week if they win.  The stadium is just about two miles away so traffic will increase this week.  Yuck!!.

I actually got a few swats yesterday because I didn't mash down the burgers enough and they fell apart on the grill. Wow, he came back in and said they are all coming apart.  Maybe I can milk this. I'll keep you posted.


A Matter of Trust

The boys and I walked in the door after practice.  My husband, Jake was supposed to be home but, as usual, he wasn’t.  Jake was a Police Detective and to say his hours were erratic would be putting it mildly.  We live in the suburbs, but Jake works in the city – a relatively large metropolitan area and usually does shift work.  When he’s on a case, sixteen hours a shift is not unusual.  He’s exhausted by the time he does get home.  The boys and I will get a hello kiss and a cursory how are things going if we happen to be around, and then he’s off to bed. Most times, he’ll set an alarm that allows him enough time to grab a bite to eat, get showered, dressed and back into the city for his next shift.
                                                                               
He’s an absent dad and husband, but it is something I knew about him when we married, so to complain that he led me astray would be a colossal lie.  And, as you can imagine, being the family of a police detective, lying is not allowed – ever.

I’m Wendy Thomas, and I want you to know right up front that I love my husband.  I don’t love his work or his obsession with work, but it is what it is.  I’ve learned to live with it and I’ve tried to pass that onto the boys.  They’re not always accepting of the fact that their dad doesn’t attend baseball games, or school plays or even parent-teacher conferences.  Don’t get me wrong, they love him, and he loves them it’s only that he’s not around much. 

Because of that, if there is a problem, they tend to come to me for help.  I’m there.  Besides, at six feet tall and one hundred ninety pounds of pure muscle, Jake can be intimidating, But oh, how handsome he is in his ‘blues’ which he doesn’t get to wear often.  Anyway, I digress. Through the years, he has developed this “Don’t Fuck With Me”  manner in his voice, language, and overall demeanor. It comes in handy when dealing with criminals. He’ll usually leave that at the door, but sometimes it runs over into his private life.  He can appear unapproachable, especially to young boys, so the boys have developed the habit of loving their dad from afar.

Not too long ago, Bobby, our oldest who is 13, came home with a black eye.Apparently one of the boys in his class is a bully and intimidates by size and manner.  Bobby is afraid of him and so far has put up with his bullying, however, that day he decided to fight back – thus the black eye.  I wanted to go to the principal, the boys’ parents, etc., etc., etc.  All things adults think solves the problem.  It doesn’t – usually it just sets up the victim to receive more bullying. 

Jack came home as I was helping Bobby with his homework.  Needless to say, Jack immediately noticed Bobby’s black eye and asked if there was a problem.  I remained silent, but Bobby said he got hit with a hockey stick at practice.  No stranger to black eyes or hits with a hockey stick, Jack got this funny look on his face, knowing that wasn’t the truth.  He let it go for the moment, and Bobby picked up his homework and went to his room.

I wasn’t so lucky.  I was fixing Jack something to eat when he started giving me the third degree.  I know why he’s so successful in getting confessions. He continued to grill me and after hemming and hawing but telling no outright lies, I finally broke.  I knew the consequences of lying and was told that after the boys were in bed, we had a date in the basement. 

Once the cat was out of the bag, I told him the whole story including how I planned to handle it. He said he’d handle the problem and not to worry he wouldn’t  be taking Bobby out to the garage to give him a boxing lesson and tell him to punch the bully in the mouth.  I laughed because he knew me so well –  that’s exactly how I thought he would handle it.

After he had dinner, he went up to Bobby’s room.  He never let on that I had spilled the beans but was able to get Bobby to open up to him.  He gave him a possible solution and made Bobby promise that he would never divulge to me the details of the solution.

After he had dealt with Bobby’s problem, he devoted his attention to me.  He lectured on how lying was so disrespectful and that it hurt him that I didn’t trust him enough to tell him the problem.  He asked how the boys were going to learn to trust him if I couldn’t.  I was crying before the first spank fell.  Because it was true, I was keeping him from his sons.  My behavior gave the boys the impression that he was the bully in our house and only I was to be trusted to solve problems.

I don’t know if that spanking was any worse than any of the others he had given me; I only know I felt it more than any other spanking.  I was an inconsolable mess when he let me up and sat me on his knee.  My bottom was throbbing and hurt like hell but not as much as my heart.  I begged his forgiveness for hurting him.  This big burly man who could intimidate criminals with one look was whispering tender words in my ear and telling me there was nothing to forgive. The question was, could I forgive myself – I had been undermining him for years.

“ I deserve a much harder spanking.”

  “Maybe next time,” he answered.

 I promised myself that although I knew it wasn' the last spanking I'd ever receive, it would never be for lying to him or because of undermining him to our boys.

Whatever solution Jack gave to Bobby worked.  I heard them talking about it the next day, and Bobby said it worked like a charm.  Bobby never told me anything other than he had followed his Dad’s solution and there was no longer a problem with the bully.


I noticed a new closeness between Bobby and Jack after that incident and whatever remaining marks I sported on my behind were well worth the price.

See you later for more Aimless Ramblings.

20 comments:

  1. Hi Sunny, hope the weather improves for you. Of course, it's summer here and beautiful, although a tad fickle with the odd cooler or wet day. Fingers crossed Ray continues to be swat happy:)

    Thank you for another wonderful Monday story. I really enjoyed this, gotta love a burly man in uniform :)

    Hugs
    Roz

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    1. Weather everywhere is different now, but at least you have summer.
      Thanks for stopping by and visiting.

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  2. Interesting story Sunny. Harry worked horribly long hours at one point and I can see how this could happen.
    Over here in the UK we are having an unseasonably warm winter, with heavy rain in northern areas causing flooding. Mother Nature can certainly show us who's boss.
    Messing with a man's food sounds a good way to get into trouble, good luck!
    Rosie x

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    1. Yes, I have a friend whose husband was a law officer and he was never home. It takes a toll on marriages.
      Everyone seems to be having dreadful weather this year. Mother Nature is definitely taking us to task.

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  3. I'd certainly milk it:) Great story SG. Thanks. I do love a man in uniform.

    Hope the weather improves. Weather has been mild here in the UK but changing to normal temps for the time of the year. Could be in minus figures during night time.

    Love,
    Ronnie
    xx

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    1. THere is something about a uniform that makes one stand up and notice, isn't there.?

      Hope your days and nights aren't too cold.

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  4. Wonderful story Sunny. I can relate to that as Bear was always at work and I brought our kids up mostly by myself.
    Hope your weather improves and Ray keeps up the swats. Summer time here also but some days are a bit chilly. You know what to do to get him going now.
    Hugs Lindy

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    1. Hi Lindy. I'm sure you can relate, many men have to spend way too much time away from their families in order to provide for them. It's is a shame.

      Yes, more mushy hamburgers although he's told me he'll make them from now on..

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  5. This story was almost the same as the TV show 'Blue Blood" which I saw a few days ago.

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    1. You know, that's where I got the idea with a little creativity thrown in. All life is a story, don't you agree?

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  6. A lovely, touching story. Winter has arrived here...I was wishing it was taking a permanent vacation.
    hugs abby

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    1. You knew it had to happen eventually. Mother Nature had to get her licks in.
      Glad you enjoyed the story, as Anon said above, I got the idea from watching TV - imagine that.

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  7. Great story sunny, I'm amazed at how you always manage to put up a story each Monday.
    As Rosie says weather here is very very wet and although not as bad as in the north, areas around here in the south are flooding too. So much rain added to roadworks and road closures has made for some very trying rush hours on the way to and from school buses and work.

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    1. Sorry about all the rain - it is either too much or too little. Last year when we were in Texas I swear it rained every day for a month and everything was flooded and two months later they were talking about drought.
      The stories come from everywhere, as Anon mentioned above this weeks from a tv show but next week who knows. Just glad I'm able to write them and that they are enjoyed.

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  8. We had a lot of rain last week but also had gold so it was slick around here. Now we just have wind chills of 15 below. Hope you get some warm and clear days.

    Thanks for the fun story, Sunny...I do believe this couple could be another lovely book or at least an ongoing story. ;)

    Hugs and blessings...Cat

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    1. You had more rain and snow last year - you'd think Mother Nature would cut you some slack. THe wind will dry it out but it's not fun having to bear the cold. Hope you get some warm and clear days too.

      As for the story, never say never.

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  9. I say milk it!
    I can certainly identify with the dad being at work and seldom home.... Burly dad and hubby type too!
    I enjoyed this one quite a bit Sunny! More please!

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    1. Yeah, your honey is gone a lot. Makes for a lonely life for both of you and kids grow up not knowing their dad or vice versa.

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  10. I like the subtle nuances of real life in this story and relate so well. She was spanked for real stuff so many of us do, and not something more "contrived" seeming.

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    1. Thanks, I try to do that with all my stories and novellas. I like a story with a spanking not just a series of spankings with a little story thrown in.

      Come visit anytime.

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