"Couldn't have done it without YOU"

Am I an un-thinking person? I mean those of you who know me well, do you think I am? And those who pop in occasionally, do I give that kind of impression?

No, I don't think I am un-thinking. But I got spanked for being just that and it was all because my husband spotted the title I used for my 500,000th post. He doesn't often visit my blog unless I ask him for help with something which I did (I'm supposed to update my stories which I haven't done for ages but I couldn't remember how to do it.) He spotted my aforementioned post and told me I'd forgotten something, or someone actually. I said 'Oh really P and who would that be', I genuinely didn't know what was in his head and he told me I'd forgotten him, he said I couldn't have done it without him. I told him I appreciated his help from time to time but really, come on, it's not that often P.

"No", he said, "you misunderstand what I'm saying. Come here."

Well I was in the middle of ironing, but I put it down and went to walk over to him, obedient wife that I am.

"Turn the iron off," he said.

I did and went across to the sofa where he was sitting. My husband pulled me down onto the sofa and across his lap, his left hand reached under my tummy for the stud and zipper to my jeans and in a flash they were down to my thighs, followed swiftly my knickers. This all happened in the space of just a few minutes, I mean there was no spanking foreplay or teasing of any sort, no warm up either, I wasn't sure whether it was fun or serious, he didn't say anything just started spanking me.

When you don't know what it's about or how long it's going to be and your partner is playing the strong silent type, you don't know how to take things do you? I mean should you be meek, saucy, provocative, or what?

I didn't think it was sexual because I couldn't feel him hard and I didn't feel sexy anyway, who would in the middle or ironing. Anyway after a minute or so of my husband's strong hand pounding down on my bare backside.

I started protesting and then struggling when he took no notice, then swearing at him to let me up, he didn't, instead he wrapped his leg across my thighs to hold me still and increased the cadence, swapping hands after a while presumably because his right hand was stinging, imagine how my bottom was feeling. Thankfully he stopped after another minute or so and slid me to the floor. I moved away from him, I was really quite angry he still hadn't said why, I just sat there on the floor looking sorry for myself, I wanted to pull my knickers and jeans up but I didn't want him to watch me do it, ridiculous isn't it. I might even have cried if the silence had gone on much longer but it didn't, his calm voice broke it.

"What have I just done?" He asked me. I looked up at him he was smiling, the bastard.

"Spanked me," I answered after a pause.

"Exactly," said my husband. "And how many hundreds or thousands of times have I had the pleasure of doing that over all these years, you don't need to answer that, just think about it. And would you have had the inspiration to set up a blog and keep it going without all those spankings? You don't need to answer that either, just think about it......oh and well done, by the way."

I got up on my knees and kissed him, he was quite right.

So.......thanks P, I couldn't have done it without you either!

(I might add that my ironing was postponed for an hour or two)

Enjoy your weekend.

Ronnie

xx