Hi, just thought I would drop a quick note. So far, my bottom has remained spank free and I really think that in spite of all the naysayers, the threat of being spanked in front of Sarah and the promise of being allowed to wear boxers (at least for my next physical) has provided the right motivation to change my behavior once and for all. Oh sure, I make mistakes, but like I said, my wife is not looking for any excuse to spank me as I have given her plenty of those. No I think I figured out that I get spanked for failing to acknowledge, self-correct and accept responsibility for those mistakes.
Tomorrow is Memorial Day here in the US and while we are all supposed to be remembering our fallen veterans, for most of us it is a day of BBQ and picnics. We are hosting a BBQ at our house and there will be many guests here for the day, including Sarah. While I am really not worried, it did get me thinking. What if I was stupid enough to be rude and disrespectful to Sarah while all the other guests were here?
Again, not really worried, but nonetheless, the thought did cross my mind. I had a little trouble sleeping as I thought of this. Would she spank me in front of the other guests? Probably not. Would she wait until everyone else left, ask Sarah to stay behind and spank me then? Would she take me and Sarah up to our bedroom and do it? Or would she just have to spank me in private after everyone had left? Again, its not going to happen, but if I was stupid enough to screw up I wonder what she would do?
Sunday, May 25, 2014
Sunday, May 4, 2014
Boxes and Boxers
Well the weather here is finally getting warm and we decided to clean the garage out in preparation for our town's semi-annual junk pickup day. We were sorting though all the boxes and junk that got stashed there over the winter and piling up all the things we wanted to throw out in front of the garage.
At one point, my wife had collected a few tools that I had purchased over the winter and was about to put them into my tool box for me when a sudden thought occurred to me. If you have been reading all along you may recall my post "The Doctor Will See you Now" October 2013 where I purchased boxers to wear to my annual physical instead of the briefs my wife insisted I wear. Well, I had hidden them at the bottom of my toolbox.
I panicked. and said, "Oh just leave the tools there and I will put them in later."
"Well, I want them out of the way, so if you want to put them in yourself come do it now." She apparently assumed I was just being fussy about the way I laid my tools out and not that I was hiding anything in my toolbox.
She stood there holding the tools out to me and I walked over and took them and with as innocent voice as I could muster simply said, "Thanks, I will put them away now."
She replied, "OK, thanks." and moved off to work on the rest of the junk.
Boy that was close. I was shaking a little as I opened the toolbox and lifted the upper tray. There were the boxers sitting on the bottom of the tool box. There were two pairs, the ones I wore to my physical and a brand new pair that was part of the 2-pack of boxers I bought. I figured I would wear the second pair to this years physical then figure out how to wash them someday while she was out of the house. I placed the tools in the bottom of the box and pretended to arrange them in a specific manner to keep up the appearance that it was the reason for me wanting to put the tools away. I looked over and she was coming towards me with a screwdriver that I had apparently left out from an earlier repair. She started walking towards me.
I quickly started putting the upper tray into the box when in my rush and panic, I knocked the tool box off the edge of the bench spilling it contents, boxers and all onto the floor. My wife bent over to help. I quickly grabbed the boxers and a few tools and tried to act like they were just some rags I used to wipe things down, but she clearly saw what they were and asked,
"Why are there boxer shorts in your tool box?"
"Oh, these are old ones I use as rags.", I lied.
"Are you sure, they look brand new." She reached out and touched them. "These are brand new. Why are there brand new boxers in your tool box. Don't lie to me now."
I was caught, so I told the truth about how I bought them and wore them to my last doctor's appointment.
"Honestly, I thought we settled this. Sometime you worry about the silliest things. What is the big deal about wearing briefs to the doctor. I wear my plain white panties. Besides, doesn't the doctor make you take everything off and give you a gown?"
"No, I have to strip to my underwear and then put on a gown." I replied.
"So what is the big deal then. You have a gown on."
"Yes, but they will know I am wearing briefs."
"So the same doctor who will see your penis and testicles, your embarrassed about seeing you in briefs. I don't get it?"
"Well, actually, the doctor doesn't check my penis and testicles." I confessed, not sure why.
"So your in a gown, he doesn't check your genitals, but he takes the time to examine and comment on your choice of underpants?"
I knew she wouldn't understand. "No that's not it"
"OK, I am curious now. What is your physical exam like?", she asked.
"Well, the nurse brings me to the room and asks me to remove all my clothes except for my underpants and put on the gown opening to the front. She then leaves and I get undressed and put the gown on opening to the front."
"Opening to the front?", she asked.
"Yes. Opening to the front. She then come back in and checks my weight, height, blood pressure, pulse and temperature. She then asks me to lie down on the table opens up the gown and connects up EKG leads to me and runs a quick EKG. She then takes the print out places it with my chart and tells me the doctor will be in shortly. I then sit there waiting. The doctor finally comes in does all the usual stuff, pokes my stomach and stuff, declares me healthy, tells me to get dressed and leaves."
"So is this why you want to wear boxers? When the nurse does the EKG you don't want her seeing you in briefs?"
"Well, that's one reason."
"And the other? It doesn't even sound like the doctor checks any of you private parts anyway. I doubt he is noticing your underpants."
"Well, most men wear boxers these days. I don't want to look like a nerd in front of the doctor."
"You are being absolutely ridiculous about this whole thing. The nurse is a professional. She is more concerned with your blood pressure and EKG then she is with your underpants. And bi dgeal. She sees you in boxers or briefs, whats the big deal?"
"Well boxers are like shorts, I feel like I am still somewhat dressed. Briefs reveal your, well," I hesitated looking for a polite word, "you know, bulge."
She laughed really hard at that one. Was she implying I didn't have a bulge?
"Oh my poor hubby, so insecure, so self conscience. Thinks everyone is interested in his underpants." She picked up the boxers and asked, "how much did these cost?"
"They were $14 for the pair."
"What?", she exclaimed, "I could by 14 pairs of briefs for that. Then you wonder why I think this whole boxer thing is so silly."
I was worried, was she building up to an excuse to spank me?
"Where did the money for these come from?"
"It was cash I had for the week. I must have just given up lunch or something." I replied not really sure where the money came from.
"You feel that strongly about not wearing briefs to your physical exam then?"
I quietly nodded not sure where this was heading. She looked at me then at the boxers. "Did you wash the pair you wore?"
I looked at my feet in shame and nodded no. That was it I was sure she was going to spank me for this. The garage was strangely quiet.
"Well," She said finally. "I tell you what. Since you feel so strongly about wearing boxers to the doctor here is the deal I am going to make with you. First, these need to be washed so put them with the white load and I will wash them with your briefs. When they come out I will put them away and you will continue to wear briefs as your daily underwear. Second, I am not sure where the money came from so you need to give up something from this month for $14. Tell me what you are giving up to pay for these. Finally," She paused again for dramatic effect. "I have been trying to get you to change your behavior and have threatened to spank you for your bad behavior. So far you have been good and I have been pleased with what I have seen. I want that to continue. Lets add a reward to help offset the threat of punishment. Your next physical is in October. If you can go until then without me having to spank you, then you may wear your boxers to the physical."
I breathed a sigh of relief. See I told you she was reasonable and not looking for the slightest excuse to spank me and here she was agreeing to let me at least wear boxers for my doctor's appointment.
"But," see there is always a but, "that appointment is still a long way away. If I see a return of your childish behavior and I need to spank you before then, you will be wearing briefs to your physical. I will even drive you there and make sure you are wearing your briefs."
Another challenge. I was actually starting to feel good about myself. OK, so there was still the threat of a spanking and still the threat of being spanked in front of her friend and now the incentive to be able to wear boxers to my next appointment and not have to hide it from her. This was starting to become an all or nothing deal. I would either remain spank free until October and openly wear boxers to my next appointment. Perhaps this would even lead to wearing boxers full time. Of course there was also the possibility that I would screw up and not only would I get spanked, possibly in front of her friend, she would also make sure I had to wear my tighty whities to my next physical.
I have to admit, I could tolerate a private spanking from her more that I can deal with wearing my tighty whities to the doctors. She may have given me just the incentive I need to change my behavior once and for all.
At one point, my wife had collected a few tools that I had purchased over the winter and was about to put them into my tool box for me when a sudden thought occurred to me. If you have been reading all along you may recall my post "The Doctor Will See you Now" October 2013 where I purchased boxers to wear to my annual physical instead of the briefs my wife insisted I wear. Well, I had hidden them at the bottom of my toolbox.
I panicked. and said, "Oh just leave the tools there and I will put them in later."
"Well, I want them out of the way, so if you want to put them in yourself come do it now." She apparently assumed I was just being fussy about the way I laid my tools out and not that I was hiding anything in my toolbox.
She stood there holding the tools out to me and I walked over and took them and with as innocent voice as I could muster simply said, "Thanks, I will put them away now."
She replied, "OK, thanks." and moved off to work on the rest of the junk.
Boy that was close. I was shaking a little as I opened the toolbox and lifted the upper tray. There were the boxers sitting on the bottom of the tool box. There were two pairs, the ones I wore to my physical and a brand new pair that was part of the 2-pack of boxers I bought. I figured I would wear the second pair to this years physical then figure out how to wash them someday while she was out of the house. I placed the tools in the bottom of the box and pretended to arrange them in a specific manner to keep up the appearance that it was the reason for me wanting to put the tools away. I looked over and she was coming towards me with a screwdriver that I had apparently left out from an earlier repair. She started walking towards me.
I quickly started putting the upper tray into the box when in my rush and panic, I knocked the tool box off the edge of the bench spilling it contents, boxers and all onto the floor. My wife bent over to help. I quickly grabbed the boxers and a few tools and tried to act like they were just some rags I used to wipe things down, but she clearly saw what they were and asked,
"Why are there boxer shorts in your tool box?"
"Oh, these are old ones I use as rags.", I lied.
"Are you sure, they look brand new." She reached out and touched them. "These are brand new. Why are there brand new boxers in your tool box. Don't lie to me now."
I was caught, so I told the truth about how I bought them and wore them to my last doctor's appointment.
"Honestly, I thought we settled this. Sometime you worry about the silliest things. What is the big deal about wearing briefs to the doctor. I wear my plain white panties. Besides, doesn't the doctor make you take everything off and give you a gown?"
"No, I have to strip to my underwear and then put on a gown." I replied.
"So what is the big deal then. You have a gown on."
"Yes, but they will know I am wearing briefs."
"So the same doctor who will see your penis and testicles, your embarrassed about seeing you in briefs. I don't get it?"
"Well, actually, the doctor doesn't check my penis and testicles." I confessed, not sure why.
"So your in a gown, he doesn't check your genitals, but he takes the time to examine and comment on your choice of underpants?"
I knew she wouldn't understand. "No that's not it"
"OK, I am curious now. What is your physical exam like?", she asked.
"Well, the nurse brings me to the room and asks me to remove all my clothes except for my underpants and put on the gown opening to the front. She then leaves and I get undressed and put the gown on opening to the front."
"Opening to the front?", she asked.
"Yes. Opening to the front. She then come back in and checks my weight, height, blood pressure, pulse and temperature. She then asks me to lie down on the table opens up the gown and connects up EKG leads to me and runs a quick EKG. She then takes the print out places it with my chart and tells me the doctor will be in shortly. I then sit there waiting. The doctor finally comes in does all the usual stuff, pokes my stomach and stuff, declares me healthy, tells me to get dressed and leaves."
"So is this why you want to wear boxers? When the nurse does the EKG you don't want her seeing you in briefs?"
"Well, that's one reason."
"And the other? It doesn't even sound like the doctor checks any of you private parts anyway. I doubt he is noticing your underpants."
"Well, most men wear boxers these days. I don't want to look like a nerd in front of the doctor."
"You are being absolutely ridiculous about this whole thing. The nurse is a professional. She is more concerned with your blood pressure and EKG then she is with your underpants. And bi dgeal. She sees you in boxers or briefs, whats the big deal?"
"Well boxers are like shorts, I feel like I am still somewhat dressed. Briefs reveal your, well," I hesitated looking for a polite word, "you know, bulge."
She laughed really hard at that one. Was she implying I didn't have a bulge?
"Oh my poor hubby, so insecure, so self conscience. Thinks everyone is interested in his underpants." She picked up the boxers and asked, "how much did these cost?"
"They were $14 for the pair."
"What?", she exclaimed, "I could by 14 pairs of briefs for that. Then you wonder why I think this whole boxer thing is so silly."
I was worried, was she building up to an excuse to spank me?
"Where did the money for these come from?"
"It was cash I had for the week. I must have just given up lunch or something." I replied not really sure where the money came from.
"You feel that strongly about not wearing briefs to your physical exam then?"
I quietly nodded not sure where this was heading. She looked at me then at the boxers. "Did you wash the pair you wore?"
I looked at my feet in shame and nodded no. That was it I was sure she was going to spank me for this. The garage was strangely quiet.
"Well," She said finally. "I tell you what. Since you feel so strongly about wearing boxers to the doctor here is the deal I am going to make with you. First, these need to be washed so put them with the white load and I will wash them with your briefs. When they come out I will put them away and you will continue to wear briefs as your daily underwear. Second, I am not sure where the money came from so you need to give up something from this month for $14. Tell me what you are giving up to pay for these. Finally," She paused again for dramatic effect. "I have been trying to get you to change your behavior and have threatened to spank you for your bad behavior. So far you have been good and I have been pleased with what I have seen. I want that to continue. Lets add a reward to help offset the threat of punishment. Your next physical is in October. If you can go until then without me having to spank you, then you may wear your boxers to the physical."
I breathed a sigh of relief. See I told you she was reasonable and not looking for the slightest excuse to spank me and here she was agreeing to let me at least wear boxers for my doctor's appointment.
"But," see there is always a but, "that appointment is still a long way away. If I see a return of your childish behavior and I need to spank you before then, you will be wearing briefs to your physical. I will even drive you there and make sure you are wearing your briefs."
Another challenge. I was actually starting to feel good about myself. OK, so there was still the threat of a spanking and still the threat of being spanked in front of her friend and now the incentive to be able to wear boxers to my next appointment and not have to hide it from her. This was starting to become an all or nothing deal. I would either remain spank free until October and openly wear boxers to my next appointment. Perhaps this would even lead to wearing boxers full time. Of course there was also the possibility that I would screw up and not only would I get spanked, possibly in front of her friend, she would also make sure I had to wear my tighty whities to my next physical.
I have to admit, I could tolerate a private spanking from her more that I can deal with wearing my tighty whities to the doctors. She may have given me just the incentive I need to change my behavior once and for all.
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