I got a dusting

I was reading comments the other day on our friend Season and Michael's blog about John, of Leatherthorn Paddles, and his superb customer service. I've never had direct dealings with John, although I have certainly had dealings with one of his products, but P had dealings with him at the time the product was acquired and agreed when I mentioned it that John was really helpful. Then he asked me if I knew where the product was, by the way, because he hadn't seen or more to the point used it in quite a while, he wondered if it would be gathering dust. He said that would be a pity and maybe he should dig it out for a 'dusting'.

I helpfully told him I keep dust bags in stock for storing handbags/ purses, they're a good size too with a neat drawstring top, maybe I could sell him one to keep the paddle in. Well it is leather. Good supple leather too! P laughed, I think he liked the idea of his wife trying to sell him a storage bag, he didn't pay me for one though, just said he'd rather let it get dusty and then spank me with it. I got a little shiver at the thought then the phone went and the subject was forgotten.

Or so I thought. Later at home and after dinner, P said he'd like me to come upstairs after I'd cleared away, he wanted my opinion on some gifts he'd bought for Christmas before he started wrapping them. I was absolutely un-prepared when I went into the bedroom and P was sat on the bed with John's Rose Paddle (the large size) in his hand. I still had my 'best mom in the world' apron on, P told me he'd found the paddle easy enough it was right under the bed, and there was dust on it and if there was dust on the paddle there must be dust under the bed and on any other items tucked under there. And dust was my department. And yeah you guessed it, I was messing up.

OK this was play and I knew it was, but I objected and started to make excuses, I mean a woman's pride and all that, but I still got pulled across his knee, jeans and pants taken down and paddled until I was kicking giggling wiggling and shouting in equal measure and on it went until P regarded the paddle to have been been adequately 'dusted'. My backside was toasty and P said a nice shade of crimson, then he told me to go and finish off in the kitchen, leave my jeans and pants in the bedroom, come back when I'd finished. He said I looked cute with a red backside and my apron on and he had a little something for me. God, dusting had never been such fun.

Fifteen minutes later I was getting his little something and it wasn't that little, in fact it felt really rather large as it pounded into me from the rear. P told me as we lay on the bed later that he hoped I'd learned my lesson. I certainly had. I was going to give him a couple of dust bags to keep his implements in, free of charge, but I'd changed my mind now. It was better to let them gather some dust.

Hope you all have a wonderful weekend.

Ronnie

xx