A Turning Point?

So what's happening now?

Well we talk. A good thing. Our success has always been that we NEVER go to bed without resolving our issues. I've been known to talk her ears off, but in the end we compromise and work things out, and then get to sleep.

Well we've recognized that we are in a rutt. Car's fucked up. We're broke even though we have good jobs and make a shitload of money, we are "lucky" enough to own our own house in San Francisco, but the bills and student loans make sure that at the end of the month we don't have fun money to burn.

So we haven't gone on a vacation for a few years, haven't really left the area because the car's shot, and we don't really go out much either.

So one saturday morning during Christmas break, staying at home as usual, the misses was acting a little bratty and I gave her a swat on her ass. She was changing into some jeans getting ready to go to Home Depot with me to get parts to fix the broken kitchen sink. Now I've swatted her ass before, she's done the same to me. I see her ass and I just want to grab it every chance I can.

But this time, probably because I had been reading some S&M porn stories lately, I embelished the swats by growling into her ear that she was a "naughty girl" a "dirty naughtly little girl".
She seemed to like that.
A lot.