One evening last week (the week the kids were away) was set aside as home ec night. Not because my household management or basic homemaking skills were slipping - but because he could deem it so.
We started with cooking - actually - we started with me receiving a text on my train ride home from work telling me that by the time he got home, I should be making dinner - wearing nothing but an apron. (My aprons are functional - they cover the part of me that is likely to get splattered while cooking - not the parts of me I would choose to have covered, given the choice.) Also, my husband does not care for curtains; he strongly prefers minimal window dressing. Hence, our entire first floor is minimally window dressed. People walking or driving by pretty much have a decent view into most of the first floor rooms. Fortunately, the kitchen is in the back of the house. I was ok if i didn't leave the kitchen, but I was trapped. This made me feel distinctly silly and very self conscious which makes me giggly and not particularly focused.
I got much more focused after dinner when he informed me that it was arts and crafts time. He had started a project during the day and I was to upholster it then help with the final measurements, cutting, sizing, and assembly. This is the man who I had really thought spanked me mostly for the effect it produced in me. I knew he liked my ass warm and red, and didn't mind at all seeing some marks over the next few days, but I didn't believe it was something he really enjoyed for himself. Apparently I was wrong. So now we have a bench - it is nicely painted and upholstered and (so I'm told) presents my derriere and other bits of interest at the perfect height and angle. I'm just not sure what we will tell the kids it's for, now that they're home.