Lamb Shanks in Rioja Wine and a Spanking

I know, it's not a cooking blog (even though associated words like roasting, tenderising, heating, warming etc do appear from time to time) but I do try to give a little background to my posts sometimes so don't worry, I get spanked soon.

The reason for the title, not hard to guess, we were planning on cooking said dish, my husband was actually as he's a far better cook than me.

We'd been at Sainsbury's, P choosing some wine as they had decent reductions on some nice Chilean reds and me going through a list of ingredients we needed plus a few other bits and pieces. Job done, we were in and out in 20 minutes and on our way home. Half way home P asked if I'd got everything, it would have been more sensible to check while we were still in the store but never mind, I told him I had. 'And the rosemary?' he asked.

'No, P, I didn't get rosemary, don't we have some in the garden?' He didn't think so, that was why he'd put it on the list. Had I still got the list, he asked.

'No, I threw it away, but rosemary wasn't on it.' I am certain of this but my husband insisted he'd written it down.

Anyway he said we'd drop by the office and collect some. I know that sounds crazy but we do have beautiful wild rosemary growing in the flower borders outside our external office door (thyme, other herbs, and blackberries in the summer.) I moaned that I didn't want to stop, I ventured that we might have some dried rosemary tucked away at the back of a cupboard but when I mentioned it to my husband he almost went off the road (he wont use dried herbs) so we stopped at the office, he parked on the street which he shouldn't but he said it would be OK if he stayed in the car while I went and cut the rosemary.

I let myself through the back entrance and round the building to our office, I didn't have anything on me to cut rosemary with so I went to open our office door and get some scissors. The door wouldn't open, I tried several times but the lock wouldn't turn, I called P and told him, he said for me to wait and he'd park properly and come and sort it. I watched the kids playing the other side of the iron railing fence which separates our grounds from the park, I smiled at one of the boys when he came up to the fence to retrieve a ball, didn't want him to think I was trying to break in.

My husband appeared in a few minutes and opened the office no problem, apparently I'd used the wrong key. He couldn't find the scissors because I'd been using them upstairs to open some packages, he called me in and sent me to get them, which meant opening our little satellite office (mine actually.) When I returned I quipped that it would have been quicker to go back to the bloody supermarket, to which my husband said not if the scissors had been where they should have been and if I'd known how to open a door. You can see where this is leading, can't you.

It wouldn't have ended up in a spanking though, but for one thing.......my husband put the rosemary in my handbag! Without a thought, without asking me, he just took the scissors from me and cut several sprigs, then came back inside, lifted the flap on my handbag and stuffed them in. I told him to get them out right this minute, they smell really strong and they might have had insects on them for all I knew and anyway it's a really nice leather handbag which I've only just bought and I wasn't having a load of gardening produce in it.

He closed the door behind him and locked it, reached out for my bag and placed it on a filing cabinet, took hold of my arm and led me across to his desk, pulled out his chair and had me across his knee in double quick time with my skirt up and pants down.

He gave me such a spanking and it was so loud! I told him he couldn't because of the kids outside, they would hear, they knew we were in here, I'd been talking with them I lied, but he just said I should have thought of that before I got so stroppy. I could clearly hear them shouting and playing around while I was being spanked and I was convinced they must have heard the slaps.

After he'd dealt with me he said 'Now come on, pull yourself together and let's go.' It's about 30 metres from our rear office door down to the corner of the building where the path turns away from the park.

I've never made the journey so fast, I was sure the kids had stopped their play to watch the woman who'd just got her bottom spanked in that office.

Later that evening four very contented diners, my son brought a new girlfriend home, sat and enjoyed lamb shanks in Rioja wine...with rosemary!

Have a fun weekend.

Ronnie

xx

Photo from MarQe's Study - no, not the food picture the spanking one.