A couple of readers emailed and asked why I got my bottom warmed for a second time in one day after my post about telling lies regarding the rose paddle.
I didn't explain it and come to think of it I didn't explain why I got the rose paddle used on me the first time either; well, it wasn't all that interesting to be honest, not in my opinion anyway, and I also thought it would be too much to put in one post and my posts do ramble on sometimes. But I'll fill in the gaps now, nearly two weeks have passed and my lies haven't been challenged thank goodness and I'm feeling that I'll get away without any major embarrassment because time dilutes memories and, apart from the second backside warming that is.
So to bottom warming No.1 - I got it because I hadn't done as I was told. Simple. Those who've known me a while know I operate a modest internet business, I have a website and I also use eBay. I bought a job lot of designer jeans via eBay, cheap cheap cheap, thinking I'd make a killing selling them individually. Well to cut it short they were 'disappointing' to say the least and I just stuffed them all back in their packages and dumped them in a corner to rot. I told P about them and he took a look and told me at least half were ok to sell on and how I should present them etc, as if he knew all about such stuff (his advice was actually quite good) but I didn't bother, probably because I was angry with myself for being so stupid. Anyway it dragged on for a while and after several reminders I just thought I'd get rid of the lot and throw them in our communal recycle bin. Unfortunately my husband saw the packages outside my little store room office and asked me what was up, had I sold the lot? I had to tell him the truth that I was going to bin them but he wasn't having any of it.
He spent some time with me photographing the jeans, labelling and stacking them back neatly in my office, only about a third were virtually unsaleable in his opinion (some were outrageously punky) and he said I should job lot those or give them to charity. For the rest I was to upload the photos and get some decent descriptions online and do my job - sell 'em. Well by Saturday I still hadn't done anything with them, you can see what's coming can't you, and P asked me about them, I mean he had given his time up to help me, and I just said no I hadn't got round to it. Perhaps it was my casual 'hadn't got round to it' which pissed him off, he wasn't impressed that's for sure and he fetched the rose paddle from upstairs, took me over his knee and gave me a damned good spanking, he didn't bother taking my jeans down even and he didn't need to, it got through very effectively. Then he told me I'd better get the jeans online later or I'd be getting another dose. So now you know.
When I came back he was sitting centrally on the sofa, he reached out his hand for the paddle, I still didn't suspect, I gave it to him and he pulled me closer. This time he undid my jeans and pulled them down to my knees before guiding me over his lap, he told me I shouldn't lie if I can't lie properly and I shouldn't include other people in my lies.
"Well what was I supposed to say, P, that it was just a paddle which my husband had been disciplining me with?"
"Now you're being silly, that would bring us into disrepute."
"Don't you mean bring you into disrepute." I was trying to be funny, I didn't think he was truly mad at me and he wasn't.
He spanked me with his hand....
and then gave me a good forty or fifty stokes with the paddle and on top of the roasting he'd given me earlier it had me vocalising and wriggling like mad against his thighs but unable to get relief from a better position because his left arm is easily strong enough to restrain me. I was sweating when he stopped and gasping too, he'd been holding me quite tightly, I didn't try to get up, just lay there recovering and to my delight his hand started caressing my punished rear, at first lightly over my knickers which he'd left on and then more intimately inside the wispy cotton, down between my cheeks and finally finding my wetness and pretending to be shocked by it, telling me he was undecided whether to spank me some more for getting into that condition or masturbate me while I was still across his knee with a sore bottom. He kept his finger right on my hardening nub as he was saying these things to me and soon the question became irrelevant because I started coming and my husband recognised it and kept working me with his right hand while his left started spanking me, slightly awkwardly because of the crossover of hands, and the effect was electrifying and noisy and breathtaking and so bloody fast and unexpected I thought I would pass out. I didn't, I just kept saying oh christ, christ christ. When I'd calmed down I slithered back off P's lap, undid his fly and gave him the best blow job I've given for a long time....
or maybe he spurted more than he's done in a long time, I don't know but it was certainly a mouthful and I was smiling like a loon as it went down.
Ten minutes later I could have gone again, must be something to do with the new food deprivation regime I'm on, didn't happen though. Ah well can't be greedy.
Have a fun weekend.
Third picture from Miss Pink.