There was a time when knowing about math, electronics and things to do with science was looked upon as being 'uncool'. In fact there was a term used to describe those of us who could be described that way: 'Nerd'.
Fortunately today things have come around, especially with the way we use technology today in so many things we do every day. So the so called 'geeky' people are quite a bit more in demand and some even find that quality endearing. I think Cora would not disagree that she likes that part of me.
Well, over the weekend, I was in my 'geek' mode much more than usual. I was involved in being one of the instructors for a class in technology and when I retured home, Cora said that her internet radio wasn't working. That meant re-setting our wireless router and going through a rather time intensive process of going through all the menus to restore our in-house network. Not difficult but time consuming.
With all the preparation for teaching the class and having to face the failure of some of our own technology, I was so deeply engaged in 'geek mode' that I may have come across with an attitude that caught Cora's attention. And an attitude that she thought needed her attention.
I went to work and an hour or so later things were working fine. However, as soon as I announced to Cora that they were working again, she grabbed me and led me to a stool in our kitchen. "Bend over and put your palms on the seat of the chair", she instructed. She then bared my bottom and stepped over to her 'Rack' and grabbed the leather paddle, which she likes to start out with. Soon I was feeling the leather being applied to my backside and the first vestages of a fire being lit in that location.
After getting me 'warmed up' (well, maybe 'warm' doesn't quite go far enough), Cora then went for heavier artillery. Her next choice was the Spencer paddle (yes, the one with the holes) and I soon heard its characteristic whistle just prior to feeling the affects of its impact.
Yeow! But that wasn't enough for Cora to drive home her dissatisfaction with my attitude. Her final choice was the PurpleHeart paddle.
Now, Cora doesn't often go for the PurpleHeart paddle as its one of our more 'intense' WAD's (Weapons of Ass Destruction) but it is one of Cora's favorites mostly just because it looks so 'pretty'.
Well after she applied a number of strokes from it, I was feeling pretty sore. In fact I can still feel its affects as I am typing this post. Happily feeling its affects.
Of course I couldn't disagree with Cora's assessment of my behavior. I am just glad (and very lucky) that my Wife loves me enough to step up and hold me accountable when I need it.