Unprofessional Behaviour

So there I was last night over his lap in the bedroom, jeans round my ankles, getting a sound tantrum spanking whilst being educated about silly personal whims not conflicting with professional behaviour. Tantrums, not you Ronnie, surely, I hear you say. But yes it was a tantrum that brought it on and then my attitude to being corrected made it worse. He hadn't taken my pants down, not that the flimsy cotton would lessen the sting, and I knew the reason because I know my husband. They would stay in place until his hand had heated my backside enough to have my very earnest attention and promising I'd learned my lesson and then they would come down for him to galvanise the lesson. It's not negotiable, he likes to know I've reached that certain point where I've got no argument left only pleas, he says it's the right time to spank for real. I guess after so may years he knows my wily ways.

So a brief pause while he addresses a few other matters and then his right leg wraps over my two, a sharp question to ask me did I fully understand, which he had to ask twice on this occasion as I held back knowing that after I answer yes, down come the pants. Which I want and don't want. Then I say I understand, he says well this is to make damn sure you really do, and down come my pants and I gasp because it always has that effect on me and then, with his left hand holding my back and my legs gripped in the vice of his right leg, he spanks me so fast and hard I think I'm going to combust spontaneously. I struggle as best I can, I really need to but it doesn't do any good, I want to shout so loud the neighbours three doors down will call the police or something, but I dont, I take my spanking and the shouting comes out like muffled suppressed mmmmmnnn sounds and eventually my struggling slows and I want to sob and the fights all gone and the spanking slows and then stops. And my sniffles and P's breathing are all you can hear in the room.

After a few minutes he gently pulls up my pants and lifts me up onto the bed, he turns me towards him, I hate it when he makes me look up to him, he tut tuts at what a silly girl I've been and then he puts his arm round me and I nuzzle into his chest and apologise. Which is sincere by the way, because I was wrong.

And what prompted all of this? I wouldn't take a phone call yesterday afternoon from an old client, a person who I'd never liked and thought I'd got rid of now I'm hardly involved in the recruitment side. The call was put through to me and I pretended I couldn't hear properly and hung up, then I went to the loo before Clare could re-connect the call. P had to take it eventually and I know he was angry with me when I came back in the office, I said the guy in question was a real creep and he could pee off as far as I was concerned. Then P told me he'd just wanted to introduce a friend of his and make sure we we're still around, so my attitude could have cost us a lead. Then P said it would be nice if I called him later and just said hi and thanks for the lead. I said I wouldn't and I didn't.

But I certainly will today :)

Ronnie

xx