James and I are social butterflies. Our weekends usually always include at least one night of partying with our friends in the city. Combining partying and domestic discipline usually equates to trouble.
Hypothetically, James and I do not even like to drink all that much. It would be a rare occasion for us to have more than a glass of wine on a weeknight. You can call it cliche, but most of the time alcohol only becomes a problem when we are peer pressured by our friends to take shots or play a drinking game. Luckily, since we have been married, saying no seems to be easier as our friends usually joke and saying we're the "old married couple" now. They also seem to have a better understanding that James makes the final decisions.
I definitely have a limit. James likes to call it my point of no return. After a couple of drinks, when I have been feeling tipsy for a good while, the party girl within is released. Party-girl Kate is quite different than everyday Kate and our friends love her! James, on the other hand, knows that when she comes out he is going to have his hands full.
When I reach my point of no return, the behaviors that usually end up getting me in trouble are:
2. Frisky and extra touchy-feely actions. In general we are a hands on couple, alcohol usually entices me to take it to the next level. One time I even tried to give him a hand job under the table.
3. Sexy dance moves. I often times feel like it is my duty to shake my booty when one of my favorite songs come on. I'll either end up begging James to dance with me, or i'll dance with my girlfriends and come up with moves that only belong in rap videos.
4. The urge to keep going. This usually takes me from tipsy to drunk. It also has been the catalyst for me staying out way past my curfew when I am out with the girls.
5. Hangover. Lately it feels like anytime I drink I am hungover. Everyone says it's become i'm getting old. Well- it sucks! I hate hangovers and James rarely gets them. After a night on the town he can wake up feeling normal and I will spend the entire day craving junk food and have absolutely no motivation. Needless to say, I have often times have an ass ache to accompany my headache.
Fortunately, or unfortunately, my husband doesn't have a point of no return. He is always in control. Last night when we went out and Party-girl Kate considered making an appearance. Luckily, James fought her off and there was minimal embarrassment. This morning, however, I got spanked for whining too much about my headache and snapping at James to leave me alone when he told me to hurry up when getting ready.
On nights when he knows we are going to be out really late and that there will be a lot of temptations, he usually gives me a preemptive spanking. He also has made me wear a butt plug before, but that was only when our friends were staying with us and he wasn't able to give me a real spanking.
What have I learned from all of this? Listen to James when he tells me to slow down- (easier said than done). Also, alcohol and domestic discipline don't mix.
Have a safe Saturday night, everyone! :)