A bet's a bet, right?

PK challenged me to a bet on who would win the football game between U.S. and the UK. The bet was that the loser gets spanked and the number of spanks would be 5 per goal but you all know that we drew 1-1 and both teams are out of the World Cup.

Now I didn't tell P about the bet until after the game, he thought it was silly to make the bet in the first place, of course I did tell him it was PK's idea not mine but didn't mention it again as PK and I hadn't agreed anything the game ending in a draw. We've since spoke and decided that to be fair we should get 5 spanks each. PK suggested to be extra fair we should each be spanked with the dogging bat as we both have one. Thanks to PK sending me one.

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I wasn't quite sure how to bring it up with P (I needed him to administer), as he'd already said he thought it was a silly bet and wasn't likely to just tell me to bend over and give me 5 swats but opportunity presented itself on Wednesday because there I was OTK bright and early for my maintenance spanking, him lecturing me on this and that, god knows where he drags up all my sins from, real or imagined it matters not to me, you know how it goes. ''...Oh and don't think you'll be leaving the office early to watch the tennis,'' he was adding bits for good measure but I could tell he was winding down so I seized the moment.... "Er talking of sport," I said, still over his knee, ''do you remember the bet I had with PK about the football, well we've agreed on 5 swats with the dogging bat, I mean a bet's a bet, right?''

P wanted to know what bet so I reminded him. "Oh that silly bet," "OK as you're so honest and keen to honour your bet go and get me the dogging bat," he said with a sharp crack on my ass. I hesitated "..That's a little difficult P,'' I said, "It's still at the office, I meant to bring it home yesterday." I heard him laugh, "So you agree on terms for a bet but forget the main item." (Yes, I know what you all maybe thinking but your wrong, I honestly forgot to bring it back from the office, I actually like the dogging bat, I love the sound it makes as it slaps down on tender flesh). "Well I'll just have to improvise, wont I, now be a good girl and reach down and pass me your slipper."

Shit shit, I hate the slipper, I'd thought he might extend the use of his hand but the slipper it was. (note to self: buy a new pair at M&S this weekend with a soft sole). He gave me 5 good swats for manipulating him as he called it, then an extra five for being so forgetful!

''Now up you get and don't forget to bring that dogging bat home on the weekend because you still haven't fulfilled your bet.'' I went to say something but he cut me short, ''and I'll be adding some interest as it'll be several days later than it should have been.'' Ooh that was a bonus, I wasn't actually going to complain, I was just going to point out that I actually do honour my bets even little tiny fun ones, anyway it looks like I'm guaranteed a re-acquaintance with the dogging bat this weekend all being well and that's fine by me.

Ronnie

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