Bucko's Got A Brand New Hat

Remember how I told you things had been pretty lax around here lately with busy schedules and illnesses?  Well it turns out that those days are over.  Even with out the frequent maintenance, Bucko has been wearing his HOH hat pretty snugly these days.  Still without his usual presence and attention I've been a little (lot) less submissive than I have been in the past.  Turns out today was the day that Bucko decided enough was enough.

Today started normally enough.  An early morning phone call woke me up and Bucko and I snuggled in bed after I took it.  We spent the morning relaxing together.  The plan for the day was for us both to get a haircut.  Like most fellas for Bucko this process takes about ten minutes, whereas mine takes a few hours once you factor in color, cut, highlights, shampoo, blow out, and the eyebrow wax.  (Hey it takes work to achieve the rocking solid 7 and a half I strive for on a daily basis.)

At any rate I was in the tub this morning, as I wanted to shave and relax a little.  I was encouraging Bucko to come with me to the salon and let my stylist cut his hair while my color was setting.  He firmly declined stating he wasn't going to sit for four hours while I got my hair done.  Now I know that was an unreasonable request, but I miss him and I wanted to spend time with him.  I continued to bug him while he was brushing his hair in the bathroom.  A word to the wise ladies splashing and jokes about your HOH's hairline are not wise moves.  This resulted in a first for Bucko and me.  He walked over to where I was in the tub with a look on his face I didn't quite recognize, hauled me up to a standing position and proceeded to smack my behind right there in the tub.  Whoa!  When did this start happening?  

After getting out of the tub I was told Bucko didn't appreciate the attitude he'd been getting from me lately.  He said he didn't mind some attitude, but I had been pushing it too far.  I politely asked him to give me a number on a scale of one to ten of what was the appropriate amount of attitude.  To which he responded, "Woman can't you just say I'm sorry Sir and do as you are told?"  Apparently "Where is the fun in that?" was the wrong answer.  This promptly earned me a few more smacks.  When did that become Bucko's answer for everything?

So moving along to my leaving the house today and giving Bucko one last chance to accompany me.  Apparently (Apparently I say apparently a lot.  Bucko has mentioned this to me before.)  I was pestering him when I was giving him this last chance.   Bucko responded to my sweet offering with, "If you ask me that one more time you are going to be late and will be sitting on a sore behind when you go get your hair done."  Well!   

"Are you really sure?" 

"That's it!" Picture Bucko heading for the door behind me.

Okay! Okay! Easy killer I'm going I'm going. Picture Buckette rushing for the car.

When I got home from getting my hair done (which is pretty cute by the way) I had to change clothes.  We were going out to dinner tonight with some friends.  We had a little time and Bucko liked the view so he told me to stay like that until it was almost time to go.  Now I swear this wasn't disobedience, and I was seriously distracted.  We started talking about other things and I started grabbing my sweater and getting dressed.

"Okay seriously you can't even listen for a minute can you?"

"Huh? What? Oh I forgot."

"Yeah well I'm going to fix that right now." 

Off came my clothes and Bucko's belt.  He proceeded to use said belt to give me a spanking that had me rather squirmy during dinner.  There was even a lecture!  Apparently he was concerned that being around our friends would make me "uppity."  He wanted to be sure I remembered who was in charge here.  Ouch! Well I do now.  

Dinner was great.  We had a wonderful time with our friends and Bucko took me shopping and out for frozen yogurt afterwards.  It seems like things are good today and I'm optimistic for the days to come.  However, I feel I should be concerned that Bucko bought a bathbrush tonight.  I think the hat is here to stay.