We were sitting by the pool enjoying a glass of wine on a warm , sunny afternoon when I casually enquired what we were having for supper.
Her agitated response took me by surprise , "How come it's always me who has to plan and prepare dinner!"
Her statement wasn't quite true , as I planned and prepared most of the meals during the week while she took care of it on the weekends.
It wasn't a planned arrangement but just something that evolved and worked fine.
Nonetheless , instead of just letting it go, I decided to challenge her on this with a few examples.
This did not appease her one bit and she continued on her rant.
Irritated and irked I vigorously defended my position , perhaps a bit too much , interrupting her and cutting her off in mid sentence in my zeal to win the argument.
Finally she said sternly, "How dare you speak to your Queen in that tone !"
Referring to herself as my 'Queen' indicated that she had elevated herself to a position of authority , so it would have been in my best interest to responded with a simple "Sorry Your Majesty ", but my stubborn male pride got in the way .
"I was just asking about dinner for God's sake! You don't have to make a Federal case out of it!" I replied irritably.
Her response was a finger pointing inside , "Get inside and wait for me to come and show you how to respect your Queen !" she ordered imperiously . She was really settling into her role now.
My mouth opened instinctively to issue a protest but closed again when she quickly added , "Don't dare say a word .....all I wish to hear from you is 'yes you Majesty or ' no Your Majesty!"
I wisely chose a "Yes your Majesty" and hurried inside.
After stripping and laying out her 'Royal Hairbrush' on the bed , I must have waited a good 20 minutes before she joined me.
Turns out she decided to have a swim as her swimsuit was wet and glistening.
Eyeing the room in satisfaction , she picked up the paddle and smacked it playfully against her palm.
"You know better than to disrespect your Queen Sir and you will pay the penalty!" she declared with a smirk.
"On your knees and worship your Queen!"she ordered.
I immediately sank to my knees and began kissing her foot.
Her skin was smooth as silk and had a sweet , salty taste from the pool.
Exalting my Queen , I made sure to cover every inch of her royal feet with my tongue.
She tossed her head back , audibly cooing when I sucked on each of her toes.
"I am going to give you a sound thrashing for your impertinence " she warned , taking a handful of my hair to raise my head up.
"Yes Ma'am !" I responded.
She strode to her 'Throne' , a straight back chair I had placed in the middle of the room .
Placing her hands on the back of the chair , she leaned over it to reveal her voluptuous , quivvering bottom , partially exposed by her wet swimsuit.
"Pay homage to your Queen!" she ordered wiggling both cheeks seductively.
Remaining on my knees , I gratefully kissed each of those smooth luscious globes.
Turning to face me , she presented the brush , the soon to be object of my pending chastisement"Now kiss the Royal brush and ask for your punishment !" she commanded.
After placing my lips against the cold , hard surface of the brush I said earnestly , "Please punish me Your Majesty."
"How severely do you deserve to be punished ?" she asked.
"Very severely your Majesty!" I responded.
"Very well...severely it will be....now present your bottom!" she commanded , patting her lap , and I dutifully complied.
Not long later , I was putting supper on the table as she sat smiling smugly.
"A meal fit for a Queen !" she teased , taking her plate from me.
Shaking her head , she chuckled when I painfully lowered myself onto my chair.
"If the meal is to my liking , you are invited to the Royal bed chamber Sir! Your Queen may require your services ." she declared , feigning sympathy.
"Thank you your Majesty." I replied , dropping to one knee.