I did get caned in the end

How was your weekend?

I haven't forgotten I was going to tell you about the weigh-in session the week before last, Friday 25th Feb to be precise, the one where P discovered the break in our sweet little OTK cane.

So what happened, I hear you say, or yawn yawn here we go another weight story, been there seen it done it. But actually I have an important point to make and I've even provided evidence to support my theory, and for those of you who drop by here to check out spanking (well it is a spanking blog), there was that too and I'll get to it, trust me. It's a little long:)

First the weight thing and our bathroom scale gave me an horrific 9st 10lb reading

and my target was 9st 7lb. Now that guaranteed me a spanking and I wasn't trying to wriggle out of it but I was truly shocked at the reading because only 2 days earlier I'd checked my progress and recorded 9st 8lb. I called P to double check, he agreed it was odd but the scale doesn't lie...or does it? I could see he had sympathy for my predicament and he asked me if we should postpone my, ahem, reprimand for a week and buy another scale. I declined his kind offer but asked him to take into account that it seemed really and truly impossible that my weight was 3lb over target. I got spanked and I will come back to that but I don't want to lose my track.

On Saturday we were in Tamworth and we purchased a new scale anyway, at the same time I hopped onto Boots' weighing machine which gave me the ghastly printout shown here. Yep I'd apparently gone up 2 pounds from the previous day!

When we got home I tried the new scale and I was 9st 8lb. P got involved (technical expert), he re-set it, still 9st 8lb. Then he re-set the old scale and I jumped on that..........9st 8lb!!!!!!!!

Now I've often in the past suspected that doctors surgery scales and high street store scales were purposely calibrated (dishonestly) upwards (no legal actions please). I mean doctors are always telling us to lose weight and Boots make millions selling diet products. I am convinced of it, I really am, and P added more weight (pun not intended) to my thrust....he reminded me that when we travel by air we always check our baggage weight using the home scale and it always matches close to the airport check so it can't be wrong, the anomaly the previous day was just a fluke it needed re-setting.

And now to my spanking, which was very fair under the circumstances. On one hand I'd performed abysmally and deserved stern treatment but on the other there was an element of doubt and P could see I was genuinely shocked. Nevertheless, honourable woman that I am, I agreed to take my medicine. P went to equip himself with what he considered appropriate to carry out the task and returned with our cane-iac OTK cane. Broken. When he refused to use it because he said it wouldn't handle correctly, I don't know whether relief or disappointment showed on my face but it didn't last long because my thoughtful husband popped through the lounge door and returned with our school cane the one with the curled handle. He'd obviously brought it down with the cane-iac one and left it outside the door.

''Don't worry,'' he said, ''I know there's a big question mark over this weight thing. Now bend over the table.''

Not strip off, or drop your jeans, just bend over. I did as instructed, I do trust my husband's judgement. I heard him move behind me then adjust a little to my left where I could just see him through the corner of my eye, then the lightest of taps against my backside as he measured up and I'm sure a little whimper escaped me. Then it was quiet and the air went still, or that's how it seems to me, and a very long split second before the splat of the cane landing against both buttocks and the white hot streak of pain followed by that burning feeling which however much you wriggle you can't shake off. I know a sound escaped me and it definitely wasn't a whimper, I must have clenched too as well as wriggling because P put his hand on my back and calmly told me to relax my bottom which I did encouraged by the comfort of his hand, only to receive a second stroke as soon as I'd settled. Christ I've been caned before but even with my jeans on this seemed to hurt and I shouted out as I tried to wriggle myself into the oak of the table.

''Keep still, naughty girl, or I'll have those jeans down.'' Oh god certain phrases do things to me and I'm certain my wiggling took on a lewd 'dare you to' challenge, I'm sure men can read such signals. He didn't take them down though, instead he gave me four more hard strokes delivered very fast which had me stomping my feet wiggling and shouting all at once.

Then his left hand was on my back again keeping me in position, his right cupped each of my burning cheeks in turn, he told me to calm down, his right hand smoothed its way round to my belt which he loosened, then the button and zip on my jeans, then his hand was on the front of my thigh inside the leg of my jeans, then the side then the back. My jeans were loose now, his hand found my right buttock it must have been hot even through my panties, he murmured something but I don't know what it was, I pushed my backside back to get more hand.

He brought his other hand down, I wasn't struggling now, and lowered my jeans to my thighs.

Then I lost contact with his hands, I pushed my bum out further but they'd gone, I though he might be going to cane me again but then I saw he'd let it drop to the floor. Then I heard him unfastening his trousers, he didn't bother stepping out of them they must have slid to his knees, then I felt the heat from his legs against my thighs and the bulge in his underpants pushing against my bottom as he undid his shirt buttons and threw it off.

Then he told me he'd have to spank me in jeans more often, he'd enjoyed it, he asked me if I had as he took my panties down and slipped his fingers between my legs. I didn't answer, I could have lied that I hadn't, just to tease him, but the wetness coating his fingers would have said otherwise. I felt him pull his pants aside to let his cock spring loose and gasped when it muscled in between my bum cheeks, it was very hard and I wanted it badly and let him know by trying to impale myself on it. P did the decent thing and pushed it hard into me, his hand went round my hip and down to where his fingers could work me as he pumped away from behind and I shouted out as a brutal orgasm overwhelmed me. P was a bit behind me, I was coming down as he started grunting but his spurting started me off again.

God I'm sure I'll burst a blood vessel one day.

Now don't think I'm likely to get that sort of treatment next weigh-in, it was just an unusual combination of events. And anyway, who says I'll be off target next time, I do try hard:)

Ronnie

xx