Dear
1950s Wife:
It’s
just a few days till “Superbowl Sunday” and normally I’d be really excited.
Being
a girly-girl, I of course know absolutely nothing about football. (Why do they
call it that anyway? The players’ feet hardly ever touch the ball.)
But
I love watching the exciting half-time show, as well as the super-funny
commercials. I always have a blast gabbing with my gal pals at the gym the next
day about the fabulous singers entertaining at half time and our favorite commercials
during the game.
But
I’m afraid I got a bit too tickled watching one of last year’s commercials, the
ad where the dog’s bark sounds like a fart. I put my hands over my mouth as
soon as the commercial ended but I couldn’t help laughing a good five seconds
after the game resumed.
Naturally,
my husband was upset at his concentration being disturbed. He turned me over
his knee and soundly spanked my bottom then put me in the naughty chair facing living
room corner for the rest of the game.
And
this year he’s not even letting me watch the Superbowl. I’ll spend the two
hours prior to the game as usual whipping up a huge platter of fried beef jerky
and tray of liverwurst and onion sandwiches with extra mayo so Hubby won’t go hungry
during the game. But he’s making me sit in the naughty chair facing the corner as
soon as the Superbowl begins.
I
wouldn’t really mind as long as I could hear the commercials and the half-time
show, as that would at least let me join in the hen talk next day with my gal
pals at the gym about our favorite singers and ads.
But
Hubby is going to watch “women’s lingerie football” on another channel during
half time. And he says the Superbowl commercials’ “blither blather” disturbs
his concentration charting game statistics, so he’s going to hit the mute
button when the ads play.
The
good news is, as I’m being put in the naughty chair for being irritating as
opposed to being bad, my husband’s letting me read a book during the three-plus
hours of the Superbowl.
He
says it has to be self-improving literature that reminds me to be good. Any
recommendations?
Also,
would you please keep notes on all the commercials during the Superbowl plus
who performed at the half-time show and send me an e-mail after the game.
If
I don’t keep up with my gym friends’ conversation Monday, they’ll want to know
why and I’ll have to fess up that I was sitting in the naughty chair. Some of the
women are non-submissive and they like to make fun of me and call me “Lil’ Miss
Spanked Bottom” when they hear that I got in trouble.
Thanks.
Good
woman:
Yes,
I know a great book, the short-story collection “Daddy Issues,” by my good
friend Claire Colinsgrove. Reading these hot tales of naughty young women
receiving red tails will keep you entertained as well as reinforce your wifely duty
to obey your husband at all times.
Two
of the stories in “Daddy Issues” include age-play spanking role-play while the
other story is strictly M/F spanking romance.
“Daddy
Issues” is available in Kindle format on Amazon. To purchase your copy for the
reasonable price of $2.99 simply click on this link http://www.amazon.com/dp/B00B6BK41M
And,
no, I’m sorry but I won’t be able to send you an e-mail detailing the Superbowl
commercials and who sang what at the half-time show.
My
husband considers the adoption of the face mask to be a disgrace to the game of
football and does not allow the so-called sport on TV in our home. We instead
will attend the Sunday night professional wrestling matches at our town’s
auditorium watching real men play a real sport.
