My Comeuppance

Aren't you glad it's Friday, I know I am.

Remember my post - "Supermarket Pickup" and me saying I thought I'd get a sore bottom, well I did. I deserved it too. At least that was my opinion by the end of the spanking.

It happened early Monday evening, we had the house to our ourselves, we hadn't been back from work long and I was just going to take a book outside and sit in the late sunshine for half an hour before I started dinner when P told me he wanted a few words with me. I followed him into the lounge, I was pretty certain what the word would be about even though it hadn't been mentioned all day at the office. I was quite prepared to defend my behaviour, after all I love my husband and frankly would fight tooth and nail if I thought something was really going on.

Anyway I didn't have to give any explanations, I was taken firmly by the arm over to the settee where P sat down and pulled me across his lap. I had my white linen trousers on, he didn't bother taking them down, they're thin enough not to offer much protection and he started spanking me over them really hard, not a word was spoken for about two minutes, the only sounds were me struggling to get my breath and the slap slap slaps of my husband's hand against my buttocks which felt like they were on fire when he paused. Note I say paused not stopped.

The words he mentioned were one-way traffic, from him, I didn't get a chance, it was a telling off. He asked if he'd ever given reason for me to distrust him, if he was a bad husband, if he went out drinking, well other than the occasional beer if a friend came over, if he stayed overnight after meetings away from home, if he talked with me about my business, my interests, he even asked me if he was a good friend to me, he'd never asked me anything like that before. He scored on every point, I had to admit sheepishly.

Then he told me to raise my hips a little and he unhooked my trousers and pulled them down to my thighs. 'Then why do you piss me off by interrogating me as if I were some lightweight flirty type looking to engage with other women for the wrong reasons?' I didn't answer, I don't think it would have made any difference if I had, he resumed spanking me and I though about what he'd been saying and I knew he was right. The words he used really got to me and I apologised, not to get the spanking stopped but because I felt bad. It didn't get the spanking stopped anyway, it just faltered for a second or two while P pulled my white knickers down

and said 'Not half as sorry as you're going to be' and picked up the pace.

Towards the end he had to clasp his right leg across both my thighs to help keep me still, I was struggling so much, I was snivelling too not actually crying but not far off. A spanking can't do that but words can, and a spanking thrown in doubles the effect. When he'd finished he pulled my knickers back up for me and set me on the carpet looking a sorry sight, he told me to pull my trousers back on and go have a read of my book as he would he prepare dinner and off he went.

I went and sat outside, alternating from cheek to cheek on a wooden terrace chair, not really concentrating on my book at all and thinking what a really decent husband I've got.

Have a good one.

Ronnie

xx