My bank holiday weekend finished with me getting spanked and slippered. I find the slipper so humiliating, I remember comics when I was a kid in which boys and girls were slippered, before CP in schools and homes became taboo.
How so, after a fun start? Well P's mother entered the scene on Monday, I suppose I blame her, or at least I did at the time, but really it was my own fault. P's mom had been staying with his brother for a few days, he's the one with the pub restaurant in Wales, and on Monday he brought her back to the midlands, calling on us first for a catch up and for his daughter to have a look through some of our son's old uni books as she's starting a similar course in October. P's mom only lives five minutes away from us and his brother, wife and daughter were staying there overnight.
We passed a few hours, P's brother asked what we were doing in the evening, P said nothing, I said why don't we go out to a restaurant. His brother seemed keen but then their mother chirped up that she had some food in and was planning to cook a nice dinner for us all, I think my face dropped immediately, I mean she'd been away for a few days so how could anything be fresh and in any case in my opinion she just doesn't cook well these days. I quickly said we'd been thinking of going out for a nice steak actually, P said it was the first he'd heard of it, his brother seemed interested as he likes eating in other restaurants, his mother said she'd been hoping we'd all be there, it would be nice to have us all round to her house for a change. Damn the woman, she knew just how to put it to get her way. P's brother gave up on the steak and agreed with his mom, P agreed it would be nice too, even though he's admitted to me loads of times that his mother's cooking leaves him underwhelmed. I held my ground and said we'd probably still go for a steak anyway but we'd call in for a drink on the way back. That suggestion went down like lead balloon but I didn't change it, then half an hour later our guests left, P's mother asking if we'd be round to eat or not so that she'd know how many to cook for. P said we'd call her and not to bank on it. I was amazed, I thought I was going to get a steak after all.
I didn't, instead I got spanked. Our guests left, our son left too because he wanted to show his cousin his shiny new company car so off they all went. We were alone and P was angry with me for making up a story about going out for a steak. He said I should leave it twenty minutes and then call his mom and say we'd be round to eat after all, I told him to stuff it, I'd rather go for a steak anyway. P told me not to be so bloody selfish and I'd got an attitude problem and he wasn't standing for it, and seconds later I was across his lap.
'You can't P, son will be back any minute, let me up I haven't done anything wrong you could see your brother would have preferred.......' and that was as far as I got before his hand landed hard on my backside for the first of several dozen spanks which soon had me struggling and protesting. After a few minutes of futile writhing and banging the floor P stopped and I though he was done and told him to fucking let me up. He didn't and I felt him stretch down to the carpet, straighten up again and wrap his right leg over my thighs. I couldn't see what he'd stretched for but I guessed soon enough when I felt it, he'd grabbed one of my rubber soled slippers to wallop me with. Struggling was useless now, P has very strong legs and I was trapped and had to take my spanking as best I could. Eventually I was apologising and pleading with him to stop which he did only after he felt sure he'd made his point.
I got up and went to go upstairs, I didn't want our son to return and see me flustered, but P told me to sit down, while I still could he added for effect, and he went and brought the phone handset over to me. ' Now call my mother and let her know we'll be joining them for dinner after all, we'll be over about 7.30. Go on, I mean it.'
God knows I didn't want to push those buttons, I was grieved at being spanked for speaking my mind over her invitation and I could just imagine her at the other end smugly hearing me concede. I made the call and luckily for me P's brother answered, which wasn't so bad and just as I put the phone down our son came in. My face must still have been flushed because he asked if I'd been running or skipping or something and I managed a smile and said 'No, just made a reluctant booking for us all to go and eat at your nan's. You can back out if you want' but he said it was okay he'd come.
So a bit later there I was at P's mom's and after a couple of glasses of wine I was happy enough and everyone was chatting away. When us girls cleared away, I would have liked to tell my sister in law in the kitchen I'd been spanked over this little get-together, we do get on well, but I though better of it. I'll keep my disclosures to here.
Have a great weekend.
Slipper picture from Spanking Blog