Wednesday, 24 August 2016

A Wet Spanking

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 later.

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 villa.

''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 downstairs bedroom.

''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 the bed.

''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 accentuated.

''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?

“Ouch! Owww...OWWW!”

''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 week!”

 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 thought.

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 humour him.

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 the way.



Michael M said...

Nice holiday tale. Sunny weather, sangria, sex and spanking.

Rosie Jones said...

Phew, hot story. Hope you get a repeat!
Rosie xx

1ManView said...

Just like the story, I'm sure it's going to better the second time around...


Roz said...

Hi Ronnie, sorry about the spanking drought. Wonderful of you and P helping your son and partner with the new house.

That was some hot holiday story. Hope you do get a repeat, and that it is even better the second time :)


Janey said...

Love your retelling of experiences, hope you get to relive or expand upon them!

Hermione said...

Ronnie, it's too bad that you aren't getting the attention you deserve, but life sometimes intervenes with our pleasure.

Hang in there!


Our Bottoms Burn said...

Love it!

Leigh Smith said...

Lovely memories - thanks for sharing

MrJ said...

I guess the memories helped ypu cope. ;-)

an English Rose said...

Hi Ronnie, let's hope this trip has a similar outcome
love Jan, xx

Minelle Labraun said...

Man! Girl! Loved reading this repeat! You are such a feisty lady! What a wonderful time you had!
Glad your able to help your son, but I sure get how it can hamper the spanking action!

Hope your trip brings MANY spankings!

Cat said...

Sorry for the drought, Ronnie...hopefully it will break soon. So nice that you are close enough to your son and have the skills necessary to help him sort out his new home. Thanks for sharing the fun story. ;)

Hugs and Blessings...Cat

ronnie said...

Michael - Makes for a perfect holiday. Thanks.

Rosie - I do like my holiday spankings. Thanks.

1ManView - Can second time around be as good. Who knows. We will have to wait and see:) Thanks.

Roz - I've really enjoyed helping them. Thank you, Roz.

Janey - Thank you. I'll be trying.

Hermione - Life does happen but hey I'm a big girl I can't be spanked all th time, I'll have to think of something that will get me a spanking:) Thanks.

OBB - So did I:) hanks.

SG - I love love going on holiday. Thanks.

MrJ - They certainly do:)

Jan - I sure hope so. Thanks.

Minelle - I'll be banking on spanking on holiday, well I hope as this trip will be different. Thanks.

Cat - Thank you. Practical work for me cleaning, gardening and some cooking for them. P building shelves and such things, We've both enjoyed it.



Ella said...

Can't tell you how glad I am that you dusted off this tale and shared it with us! It is a truly lovely memory. Someone ought to pay you to write travel logs, Ronnie. Hope this next holiday brings you some attention.

Hugs Across the Pond,

Njspank said...

That is just a wonderful story so hot and very erotic t say the least. And a great spanking.

Red said...

delightful spanking to read about... Glad you both had such a fun time. I was expecting you to decide to be topless at the beach..
bottoms up

ronnie said...

Ella - A spanking travel log maybe:) hanks.

Njspank - Thank you.

Red - Not this time. Thanks.