No, definitely not stroppy, not after becoming
acquainted with our (my husband's actually - he refers to it as 'his' now) new
razor strop. I apparently had been stroppy before, while we were at the
shops and during lunch which consisted of a roll eaten on the
hoof against my wishes. Just because P didn't want anything at all and
so refused go in anywhere.
I didn't get the shopping I wanted either so that
made matters worse. And he wouldn't take me into Chester, only a stone's
throw from Manchester where we'd stayed overnight. He said the presentation we'd
attended at the Macdonalds (the hotel not the burgers) had been a waste of
time, no point wasting even more time. Unreasonable. I mean he'd booked it,
it was for him not me, I was a hanger-on, hanging on for the
shopping which hadn't been promised but was expected. So we left
Manchester, me with only a tiny bag and a crap lunch and made for the M6, me in a surly mood.
Half way down the motorway I still wasn't answering
properly or volunteering conversation. We got to the Stafford turn-off and P
asked me if I wanted to go there. I told him men didn't understand at all
about shopping, why would I go to Stafford when I could have been at Cheshire Oaks. I remained moody. Then he told me he
would deal with me when we got home, I was acting childishly he said. I resisted
the temptation to fire something back.
Ten minutes from home I started talking,
pleasantly, to lighten the atmosphere. He noticed and told me it wouldn't
change anything. I explained I'd just felt a bit let down and was grumpy
because I hadn't got what I wanted, I suppose hadn't go my own way really.
I said I was sorry, he told me I would be.
We got in, I went to put our stuff away but he
told me to do it later and to follow him up to the office. "I know how to
deal with bad tempered girls," he said as he led the way up the stairs. I
knew he did and I knew how and while the tone of his voice and
authoritative manner excited me, I felt butterflies because I knew I'd been
a bit of a bitch earlier and I sensed this wasn't likely to be one of
those sexy little spankings but more likely the cane which he keeps in the
office. I was wrong.
In the office he told me to close the door and
un-belt my jeans, take them down to my thighs and kneel on the seat of the
futon, bending over the back and touching the wall. As I was doing it he removed
the razor strop from its brass hook next to his desk and uncoupled the business
end so the leather separated from the linen. I said "Oh no, P, please not with
that." I'd been expecting it to be used ever since it arrived but not in these
circumstances. Funny how you get things fixed in your mind. "Perhaps you should
cane me, I mean that hasn't been tested." What sort of idiot was I, asking for
the cane. Lol.
Anyway I got my first taste of the razor strop. P
pulled my knickers down to join my jeans and I got it from slightly above and
the side so it impacted at a diagonal and it didn't seem too hard at first but
then I realised P was getting the measure of it. After a few strokes across each
buttock which made me squirm, he moved position and bent a little lower so that
the strop could land almost horizontally against both buttocks with much more
force and an almighty THWACK! I don't know if it was the thwack or the
fierce sting which shocked me the most but I screamed out and reached my hands
back. "Hands on the wall," my husband barked. "Now!"
I did as I was ordered and received several more
strokes which made me OUWWWWW!! and PLEEEEASE NO! and stretch up the wall to try
and embed my bottom into the soft seat back to escape the ferocity. It
didn't work. P stopped but only to switch sides so that the strop could even up
from right to left. It didn't hurt so much from that side because P's right
handed and couldn't control it as easily. He realised then straighted up
and started spanking diagonally again, more confident strokes which made me
howl. He stopped after about 20 or so strokes, neither of us was keeping check,
and stood back surveying his work. He told me I was very lucky he hadn't
had time to gain more experience or I'd have got it a lot harder. He said it had
wrapped a bit around my right cheek and asked me how I felt. "I can't feel where
it's wrapped," I said. "It just feels burning hot all over." I had my best
post petulance voice on and I asked if I could put my hands there now, it hurt
so much. He stepped forward and laid the palm of his hand on each side,
declaring it was 'warm enough for this occasion'.
P told me I could get up and to pull my knickers
and jeans up, no rubbing, and to go and make us both a cup of tea. He said he
hoped there would be no more bad temper from me or I knew what I'd get. There
wasn't but it wasn't long before I was invaded by horniness and almost
wished there had been. On the evening, because he hadn't eaten lunch and maybe
because he wanted to please me, he asked if I fancied having a bite to eat in
town, something we hardly ever do on a Sunday night. It was lovely.
I think I liked the strop, it covers more ground
than the belt and stings more than the leatherthorn but less than a cane, or
at least in a different way. P said he will use it a lot harder but
he'll have me lie flat next time he uses it. I asked when will that be but
he just smiled and said, "Next time you deserve it."
A big thank you to my dear friend for the new addition toour his toy box.
A big thank you to my dear friend for the new addition to
Happy Valentine's Day
Whatever you're doing - have a wonderful day/evening.
Ronnie
xx
Let me know if the picture is yours.
Let me know if the picture is yours.
14 comments:
Crikey Ronnie, you are a brave one! Happy Valentine's day to you and P.
love Jan, xx
Ooh ouch Ronnie, I'm with Jan, you are brave! I'm sorry the trip didn't quite go as planned. I would have been a tad stroppy too lol. Glad you had a nice dinner out given you missed on lunch.
Happy Valentines Day to you and P. Hope you have a wonderful celebration :)
Hugs
Roz
Well, I guess the trip did end on an up side...I have grown to love the strop...it does help to start on an already warmed up bottom.
hugs abby
What a shame you didn't get the shopping you wanted, but all's well that ends well.
Happy V day!
Hugs,
Hermione
Well, you are right that men don't understand the shopping thing. At least when we are in the UK, Sam is happy if I leave him in a pub.
We don't use the slang word "stroppy" here in the States, but it seems especially appropriate for this occasion. P's implement can be called a strop or a strap. Either way, it can be nasty if the one holding it is pissed off at you. Much nicer if it is used for play.
Loved this post, Ronnie!
Hugs Across the Pond,
Ella
Ronnie,
You are one gutsy lady. In my dreams, I think like you, but I am such a tender thing.
Meredith
Hi Ronnie, :) Oh bummer (no pun intended) about the shopping expedition. Rob is not too fond of shopping either. Sorry that you were disappointed about it all.
That stroppy thing sounds... like it can be quite mighty, in the hands of an annoyed hubby! I agree, you are a brave one. At least you got to try it. Abby's suggestion of a nice warmup first sounds like a good one.
Happy Valentine's Day to you and P! Love and Hugs,
<3 Katie xoxo
Well, Ronnie, you were itching to try the strop and you got what you wished for! Rather you than me, I’m not that brave. I hope next time will be more fun...
Rosie xx
You're a good bottom. I probably would have been petulent even after the spanking!
Well you Did say you were hoping to try the thing out! now you have.. .
have a great Valentine's day!
As the others said you are very brave Ronnie. Sorry your shopping expedition didn't eventuate, hopefully next time.
Happy Valentines day to you and P.
Hugs Lindy xx
Jan - Thanks. I think I'll come to like it but maybe not as much as the cane.
Roz - Thanks. The dinner out made up for it.
Abby - I'll remind P to warm me up first:) Thanks.
Hermione - The day ended much better than the start. Thanks.
Ella - He used it well. Not really hard. I would like him to try it harder. I do love the sound. Thanks.
Meredith - I think you may like the strop. Thanks.
Katie - I had to sit through boring presentations so I was looking forward to a bit of shopping. Next time, he can go to tthe presentation and I'll go shopping:) Thanks.
Rosie - Thanks. It's got a lovely sound when it makes contact with my bottom.
Lea - I sometimes am after. Thanks
Fondles - but not quite that way:) Thanks.
Lindy - Thank you. I'm looking forward to the next time.
Love,
Ronnie
xx
Wow! Sounds both delightful and frightful. It is always nice to experience a new implement, USUALLY
Bottoms up
Red
Happy Valentines Day.
Red
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