My husband summoned me to bed.
As i entered the bedroom, the crop and two canes were lying prominantly out on the trunk.
A few days ago i had missed doing one of the things i am supposed to do and there had been a demonstration of his feelings about that. I was reassured that i am indeed supposed to do this thing.
So, at the sight of the implements i started working back to figure out what i had missed, or maybe where my attitude had been off, to make him feel like i needed this kind of attention.
But i came up with nothing. Now - i'm certainly not perfect - but i thought the past few days had been pretty smooth.
So i asked - "Why the toys? Haven't i been good?"
And he replied, "Oh you have been a good girl, those are my good girl toys."