I'm going through a slight spanking drought at the moment. Can't be helped as P's been busy and we've both been spending some time at our son's new house doing a few jobs while they've been at work and also over the weekend. The house is new to our son but not new build and there are a few issues to sort out.
So what's a girl to do when she hasn't a spanking to report? Well as I'm
in holiday mode I've dug into my archives and found one, it's
appropriate too as it was in Portugal and that's where I'm going. In
fact, re-reading it, I wouldn't mind a repeat.......
We were holidaying on Portugal's Silver Coast and it was hot, we'd
rented a villa but been on the beach all morning. A bit of swimming,
reading, sunning and people watching, interspersed with idle banter.
Both of us noted that no-one, including me, was bathing topless. I said I
thought it was because that part of Portugal was still quite parochial
and the girls were modest, and gorgeous as it happened, enviably so. But
P had his own views; he said it was more likely because the menfolk in
these parts spanked them if they exposed themselves. I smiled, I knew he
was joking but he set my mind into thinking about testing his theory
So you can maybe already guess how things might unravel back at the
villa later that afternoon, or maybe you can’t, I’m going to elaborate
anyway. They unravelled with me taking a dip, me casting off my bikini
top, him warning me there were neighbours about and me shrugging and
saying I couldn't see any. They continued with him going to fetch some
cold drinks and the camera and me tossing my bikini pants up to him as
soon as he settled on his sun lounger, which made him jump as you can
imagine cold water on hot skin would. Him coming to the side of the pool
and calling me over, me taking another idle length first making sure to
flaunt my bum. Me listening and smirking insolently while he told me he
expected more modest behaviour and I'd better put my pants back on at
least and throwing them into the water, and me ignoring them as they
floated, telling him not to be such a prude.
Nonchalantly turning away from him was the straw that broke the camel’s
back. It was followed by him making a big splash as he landed in the
water right beside me and me feigning a wince as he grabbed my arm. Then
guided me up the steps and marched me across the hot tiles to the
''OK I'll put them on'' I said, ''No you won't, not until I've
finished with you that is, and then you'll be only too willing to go and
fetch them out of the water and put them on double quick,'' he said.
Ooooooooooooooh...I love it when he talks like that...I was going to
get a good spanking. It was hot inside but he shut the door and locked
it, no disturbances. Then through the kitchen to the lounge, nice
leather sofa with big soft arms, I was sure we were heading there but
no, he led me across the lounge leaving a trail of water and into the
''No I'll soak the bed!'' I said, but P wasn’t at all concerned.
''It'll be dry in no time in this heat,'' he said as he sat on the
edge and pulled me down so I was half across his left knee and half on
''But I'm soaking wet'' I protested.
''Exactly how I want you,'' said he as he brought his hand down quite
forcefully on my right cheek followed quickly by a volley of
alternating slaps which got me starting to get quite wriggly until his
hand must have tired or got bored and he paused to change from left hand
holding with right hand spanking to the opposite. Different angle,
different feel... different hand, different feel. Hands have characters
of their own you know, my husband’s left often seems harder than his
right although that could be because I'm already stinging by the time he
switches to his left.
Anyway his left hand took charge of a spanking resumption and increase
in wriggling and much 'Oh-nooooing' and pleeeaase-no-moreing' from me.
When his strong right leg crossed over my two legs a few minutes later
and secured my lower body firmly, there was no more wriggling and his
right hand returned to the fray. I love and hate when I can’t wriggle
any more; the subjugation is uncompromising and powerful, the pain
''I told you to put your bikini pants back on but you defied me,
didn't you?'' It didn’t need an answer. Gosh but this was hurting.
''And you turned your back on me when I was talking which was very rude.'' Rude moi?
''Well I'm going to teach you a lesson”...spank spank... ''and I'll
expect better behaviour from you”..,SPANK SPANK...“for the rest of the
My! It was really getting to me, wet is HOT and very OUCH and I was
getting very noisy. We were going out to dinner later, I reminded him,
and I wouldn’t be able to sit down if he carried on much more.
''It'll serve you right for being cheeky. Anyway I like seeing you
shuffling around on the seat it's cute.'' Oh right, that's okay then, I
He eventually stopped. Phew! We were both covered in sweat, he patted my
bum and told me to clamber up onto the bed while he went over to the
windows; there was one on each of two adjacent walls and between them
they allowed a through draft. As he opened the second one he was
directly behind me, I looked ahead into the full length wardrobe mirror
and saw his reflection as he clipped the window fully open causing an
immediate and heavenly waft of cool air.
I watched his reflection taking his shorts down as he looked out the
window, nice bum still in trim. Then his reflection turned round. P tans
easily, as I’ve said, and he looked dark and muscular against the
window light and I almost squealed with delight when I noticed his
manhood standing fully erect. Oh my! In this world or another I must
have done something very right, I thought, and in a couple of strides he
was at the bed and I’d raised my bum invitingly to greet it. I was
slick with lust and he penetrated me easily and quickly, and I clenched
greedily in time with his thrusts. His hands grabbed my hips more for
effect than need, then he gave my right cheek a couple of sharp slaps
and said something deep throaty in Spanish being as he doesn't speak
Portuguese, I don't know what it was but it tipped me over the edge and I
started coming and how! I know I squirted and I know he felt it and
that triggered him and I felt him grow urgent and those lovely hard
thrusts as he emptied himself into me with a roar. I screamed, put my
hand to my mouth and fell onto the bed, P still pulsing inside me and
making no attempt to quell the guttural expressions which emitted in
bursts from his lips as his spasms decreased.
''The neighbours...Sshhh!'' I said.
''Neighbours? Don't worry about the neighbours'' he laughed as he
collapsed with me, two panting sweating entwined bodies exhausted and
fulfilled. So, I smiled as I wallowed in post orgasmic heaven, the
neighbours matter when I'm skinny dipping but not when P is rogering me.
How unfair is that, I thought, as I let myself doze.
It was early evening when we woke, P had dozed too, the air was still
warm. We showered and walked into town, strolled along the beachfront
relaxed and leisurely, and ended up in a nice family run fish restaurant
where we had local smoked swordfish and rosada grilled over charcoal. I
made a point of asking one of the waitresses if I could have a cushion
from one of the terrace seats as the wicker chairs were a bit hard.
Actually it wasn't hurting as much by that time as I’d thought it might
but I know P likes to think he's done a thorough job so I thought I’d
Later we moved on to the town square, surrounded by little bars,
where they had some live fado music playing. I watched the local girls
going about their work carrying food and trays of drinks to the tables,
all bronzed all trim, all happy looking, and I thought about what P had
said earlier about how men living in these parts treated their women. If
it was true, which I doubted, I'd have had to say I was with them all
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