While my husband and I are very compatible and share a lot of interests, we also have a couple things that we like to do on our own. For example, I like to read and he likes to play video games on occasion. He’s not a HUGE gamer but he’ll get a game every once in a while and true to his nature, he’ll start playing it, and will actively keep at it until he finishes the game.
The other day, we had planned on watching a movie together later in the evening. Around the time I thought we would watch the movie, I came into the great room. He was still playing his game so I sat to watch for a bit. The games of today are pretty impressive with their graphics and story lines. He was going through a part of the game where he had to chase the “bad guys” in a car and take them out within a certain amount of time. After the first couple failed attempts and his annoyance with himself for failing, I thought of an additional “consequence” and suggested to him, that for each failed attempt or for each time his video game character dies, we pause the game and he bends over to take 5 hard swats from me with my belt.
My husband is always up for a challenge…he gave it a quick thought, a half smile and said, “OK, let’s do it.” I then suggested that we should continue doing this as long as he wanted to play the game. But once he decided he’d had enough then we would start our movie. He agreed. So I told him to remove the shorts he was wearing so that he was just in is underwear and that when it came time, he could quickly pull down his underwear, bend over, and receive his swats. I took my belt off, doubled it over, and placed it on the coffee table in front of us so he could see what was at stake. Men LOVE games and this just instantly made his game more intense. And ~I~ was suddenly more into gaming than I had EVER been!
As this was his first time playing this game (and of course he was playing it at the hardest level), getting past this one section wasn’t easy. Knowing him, he would keep at it until he got through it. So the gauntlet was set…would he get through this section or would my belt prevail and he’d “tap out”?
It wasn’t long before the first instance arose. He crashed, said, “Damn it.” and without being told, got up, bent over the coffee table, pulled down his underwear. I let him have it. Five hard lashes with my meanest belt. He grunted in pain with each one, then pulled up his underwear, sat back down and tried again. Nope! Bend over…and another hard 5 were given. After the fourth attempt, I noticed him sitting a lot more slowly on the couch as the effects were starting to accumulate on his backside. He went for the next attempt. A few more attempts and 15 more hard swats later, he threw in the towel. To his credit, he kept getting further and further in this part of the game but got to the point where his butt did NOT want to voluntarily take any more lashes of my belt.
After the last 5 swats, he pulled up his underwear and said, “Yeah, I think I’m done gaming for tonight. Would you like to start the movie now my Queen?” I smiled, kissed him, put my belt back and went to start some popcorn for the movie.