Wednesday, 14 September 2016

Nalgadas Cumpleanos

One from my Archive...

"Really? Oh goody," I said. I love it when my husband talks dirty, well I hoped it was dirty, I understand bits of Spanish myself but not that phrase. I was sitting on our terrace sipping orange juice and feeling generally happy with the world as P joined me with a mug of coffee. It was still hot, around 28 degrees, past the hottest point of the day but still enough to keep your pores open. I don't know why it is but even after the lovely summer we’d had in the UK, the Spanish sun always seems hotter, even when the thermostats say the same, and it definitely lasts longer into the evening. Even through the night it didn't seem to drop much.

My husband had been swimming, in the sea which he loves, and we'd both walked along the beautiful uncluttered end of the beach holding hands while the sun dried him off. He'd started to bronze from the day we arrived; he doesn't even have to work at it, he has that type of skin which tans easily and safely, disgusting to those of us who can’t be without a bottle of factor 30. He hadn't showered and I could see the sea salt on his lightly sweating skin. I also noticed his swim shorts appeared to be housing a not ungenerous erection.

I shuffled my chair closer to his. "Say some more Spanish," I said.

"You haven't responded to the last bit yet," said my husband.

"Oh yes I have, put your hand between my legs and feel." My bikini pants were damp. P didn't go there, he just rested a hand on my thigh and sipped his coffee, then he asked me if I knew what he'd said and of course I didn't and told him so.

"I said birthday spanking, I was wondering whether to give it you now or wait till later, what do you think?" He's never asked me this sort of question before, I was quite taken aback, it was almost like a business discussion yet sexy in its matter of fact way. His hand remained static on my thigh but his fingers had started lightly stroking.

I said I'd leave it to him to decide and then I asked him if he could spank me in Spanish which made him laugh, then he said something else in Spanish and I caught 'girl' but not the rest of it. He asked me in English if I meant like a Spanish man would spank or just using Spanish words. He said it made quite a difference as Spanish men are known to spank their women very hard. Oh Christ, I definitely felt my bikini pants further dampen and I put my hand on his and whimpered that I thought being as we were in Spain....I didn't need to finish the sentence, my husband reads me very well and said he'd be delighted to spank me in Spanish. But before he did, and to make sure I got the most out of the experience, he was going to fuck me and his hand moved between my legs as he said “then you'll really feel the spanking afterwards won't you, you naughty girl?... And that's how it should be, isn't it?” My body language gave him his answer.

He told me to get up and led me further back onto the terrace under cover of the naya which shaded the sun, and to the solid wooden table which facilitated al fresco dining. He grabbed a couple of padded terrace chair cushions and laid them on the table before bending me over it. I told him he couldn't we'd be seen, but he said he could and he'd already checked lines of vision and we wouldn't be seen. Then I said someone could call but he proceeded to take my bikini pants down and said he'd locked the driveway gate so no one could disturb us. Then I said we'd be heard but his cock was already nuzzling into the wetness of my slit at that point and I knew he wasn't going to stop and I didn't want him to and I just said, “Do it then, do it, fuck me...ooh... god yes...yes...do it...urgh... harder!” And words and sounds to that effect as my husband pummelled me while I lay straddled across the table wiggling and pumping and making what I'm sure must have been the basest noises our lovely little hillside community had been subjected to for a long time. When we were done I was pouring sweat and so was P and all we could hear was the gentle gurgle of the pool pump and a few lazily buzzing insects. I thought all the other villas around us must have stopped everything just to eavesdrop.

P straightened up and told me it was time for my spanking, which would be inside. I felt him withdraw and his cum trickle down the inside of my leg, I told him he was dripping onto the tiles and I needed to get something to wipe them and I needed a shower and I didn't need a spanking and did he want another cup of coffee, I'd make one....but he wasn't to be sidetracked.

He took me by the arm and led me inside, fastening the door behind us, my bikini pants remained on the terrace tiles where they'd fallen during our lovemaking, he said I could do all the clearing up I wanted later, and make him a coffee and have a shower too, in fact he'd join me for one (there was a nice wet room in the en suite) but right now I was getting a birthday spanking. A Spanish birthday spanking, he added with a smile.

It was very warm inside especially with the door shut. P led me into a bedroom and closed the window, I said we needed the air con on but he said no it was just right he didn't want me cooling down and, anyway, in a few minutes I'd have quite a different kind of heat to contend with. Then he sat on the bed, pulled me across his lap and started spanking my bare bottom, it sounded really loud, I think the Mediterranean decor, with fewer soft furnishings and carpets that we have in the UK, amplifies the sound. Anyway I told P it would be heard but he said we'd already been heard and all anyone could hear now was loud sharp claps and they wouldn't know what they were, unless I started crying out of course.

I pulled a pillow over and stuffed the corner into my mouth; I didn't want our temporary neighbours knowing what I was getting. P spanked me for about fifteen minutes and hardly slowed down except when he alternated hands and once when he clamped his right leg across mine to keep me still. I cried out alright but it all went into the pillow. I struggled too and that made me hotter still and my poor backside was almost numb when he finally stopped. Spankings after sex are definitely more painful and I really hadn't wanted it to happen at all although I'll admit that when he eventually stopped and I was able to relax and let go the pillow, and I felt his hand resting across my sit spots, I felt another round of warmth starting between my legs. If I'd been encouraged I would certainly have responded but that didn't happen.

Instead P stood me up and told me it was shower time. He opened a few windows and reopened the door making sure the security grill was locked, the immediate breeze was lovely and I felt the sweat cool on my body causing goose bumps. P kissed me on the neck and escorted me into the shower, he soaped me all over and I did likewise to him and joked that his penis must like the Spanish heat because it seemed hard again. He said it wasn't the Spanish heat that was causing it, it was the Spanish spanking he'd just administered and he was planning on plenty more. I said could I please have some before sex not after, he just laughed and said I seemed horny enough either way.

We went out later into the local village where a fiesta was in progress, my bum was still surprisingly sore after just a hand spanking, I liked the feeling and I liked holding hands with my husband as we mingled with the locals. I couldn't help noticing some of the senoritas, they're very attractive and hold themselves proudly, I thought about what P had said earlier about Spanish men spanking hard, I thought that must be the reason, or part of it, as I straightened up and smiled.

Ronnie
xx

10 comments:

Michael M said...

Muy caliente.

Roz said...

Fabulous story Ronnie, and wow, hot!! Spanish spanking, I love it :)

Hugs
Roz

lindy thomas said...

A Spanish spanking sounds really hot Ronnie. Must have been a fun holiday.
Hugs Lindy

Leigh Smith said...

How wonderful, I hope you had a repeat this year.

MrJ said...

:-) I suspect that you suspect that P is reading your blog.

Cat said...

LOL Ronnie...learn something new every day...never knew Spanish men spanked harder. Thanks for sharing.

Hugs and blessings...Cat

Minelle Labraun said...

Sounds like you had a magnificent time!

Hermione said...

A lovely spanking and a hot time in Spain!

Hugs,
Hermione

Njspank said...

Oh my god...what an amazing spanking and time; this is what the scene and being with your love is all about. Love it. Just hot!
Always
Ron

ronnie said...

Michael - Muy caliente it was. Thanks.

Roz - Hot in more ways than one. Thanks.

Lindy - It was a hot (and I don't mean the weather:)) and fun holiday. Thanks.

SG - We had our moments:) Thanks.

MrJ - He doesn't read unless I ask him. Thanks.

Cat - Neither did I:) Thanks.

Minelle - A hot one. Thanks.

Hermione - Hot indeed and not just the weaather. Thanks.

Ron - Thank you. We had a lovely time on this holiday.

Love,
Ronnie
xx