I like to report on Mondays, any other time too actually, about spankings or any other thing that's happened of significance particularly over the weekend, press stories count too if they're funny or a bit weird and spanking related. Well this past week I've been preoccupied with my face as you know, which got damaged in a fall, and it's healing pretty well with the dark bruising now much diminished but a yellowish hue almost covering my right cheek which is less outstanding so I don't feel so self conscious. My knee still hurts but it's getting better.
Anyway on Friday we went to see The Revenant, which we both enjoyed even though Leo seemed to have more lives than a cat. P commented that was what you call bruising never mind the teeny little experience I'd had, he was joking of course. We stopped in town and had a nice pasta on the way back. P told me he thought I could do with a good spanking after all I'd been through without really moaning and groaning too much, it was said as an observation but it was question too, inviting a response but not demanding one. I gave one anyway, best not to let opportunities slip by.
"Do you do half measures?" I asked. We were still in the Italian and the tables are fairly close so I had to watch my words.
"Sorry no half spankings." P answered. I'm sure my face went from yellow to red although there was so much hubbub going on I doubt anyone picked up on it, no heads turned at least.
Then my husband asked we what I meant by half measures anyway, did I mean half as long or half as hard. I said I hadn't really thought about it, perhaps a bit of both. He said he'd think about it and get back to me, he squeezed my knee under the table though so I knew he was playing. He got the unbruised one too, which was a relief.
Saturday morning we were both awake early, it had been a squally night with a lot of heavy rain and wind, neither of us slept through but it was warm and snugly in bed and I was happy dozing. P's hand found its way onto my thigh and he told me he'd been thinking about the half measure spanking I'd asked about last night. He got my attention although I didn't move. Then he didn't say anything. Don't do that, P, I'm bloody awake, I thought, and I moved my thigh nearer him so that he'd know it. He continued.
"Yep, I've decided I can't really give you a half spanking," he said as his fingers played on the inside of my thigh. "It might set a precedent, I don't think it would be a good thing." Then he was quiet again, his fingers still stroked though. "I think we'll wait till you're fully fit and then sort you out." Oh no, bloody bastard, don't say that not now you've got my attention and I can feel my knickers moistening.
"P, I think I'm well enough to take, er, you know, whatever you thought was right," I purred meekly as I half turned and snuggled against him. I slid my hand down to his groin and purred again when I felt his erection. Oh goody, he could spank the arse off me to be honest especially if I was due some of that too.
My husband took charge. He sat up straight legged with his back against the headboard and told me to get across his thighs, I could see the state of his cock which was trying to pop out of the waistband of his underpants and I whimpered as I got across him. He started patting me over my knickers, I wanted to slide down his thighs a bit so I could get a knee to grind on but he wouldn't let me, the pats continued and I wriggled my backside but in frustration not pain. "What, is that too hard?" My husband mocked, he knew full well what was really happening. "No it's not I'm all right, P, I mean go on, my knee's not hurting ... or anything else for that matter." Well a girl has to make her case and I was horny as hell.
So he spanked me hard. He took my knickers down to my thighs and spanked my bare bottom until I squealed with joy. He was enjoying himself I'm sure, seeing the reaction he was causing and he kept asking me if he'd been too harsh and if he should go easier and I said 'please don't you dare' because that's how it is when your sex is stirred up as much as mine was. P stopped spanking me after several minutes and put his finger into me, it was sopping wet and he told me I was a naughty girl I must have been having thoughts. Too bloody right I had been and still was.
"So are you going to carry on spanking me or fuck me?" I panted.
"Do you think you're well enough to take a fucking too?" I was asked but I didn't reply. I just got up out of position and pulled his waistband down to lick my husband's cock which was seeping invitingly. He groaned. Neither of us would take long. I got up on all fours then put my hands on the top of the bedhead and asked my husband if he'd care to relieve himself in this particularly naughty girl. I think it was an offer he couldn't refuse and he quickly positioned himself behind me and I gasped as I felt his slippery cock head first at my backdoor then at my pussy and I shouted "Go on do it .. PLEASE!"
"Are you sure your knee's OK?" Oh he must have been bloody joking! I didn't even answer, just thrust by bottom back hard into his groin so that his cock speared me and then nature took its course. He told me to hold on but I said he better hold on himself, it was unbridled lust and it was lovely and when we lay together getting our breath back P asked me if he'd got things about right. Oh you did P, you most certainly did
Have a good week.