Due a Spanking

I told you the other day I was going to get spanked, after P told me I was. I didn't tell you what for though and I didn't know myself until the weekend when he told me it was because I was still harping on about not getting my summer dose of sunshine, sand and sea.....(there are more s's like spain, sex, sangria etc, funny that).... even though he'd spanked me for it once. Well he's right I haven't really let it drop and I even emailed my friend Janet and asked her if she fancied a long weekend somewhere, I copied P on it too.

And so it was that on Saturday I ended up over my husband's lap, my favourite position, still being lectured about my attitude, which was absolutely perfect for me because I rather enjoy sinking into that feeling, realisation in fact, that my attitude truly has been defective and therefore I deserve what I'm about to get. I also very much like it when I can tell P is serious about what he's saying, it makes it better for me.

There is a formula which always works for me, a pattern which the best spankings (I'm not talking sex spankings) always follow, it's more or less as below:-

Genuine annoyance (husband) + subconscious guilt (me) + initial denial + initial resistance + spanking + gradual submission + spanking + complete submission + spanking + apologies and pleas + more-spanking-for-good-measure = contrite, subdued, respectful Ronnie

And the thing about these kind of spankings is they make me want sex more than sex spankings, though not always immediately. I know lots of you know the feeling.

Anyway back to the spanking which started as his lecture was winding down, I think he likes to save his breath, he probably also realises his wise words would be drowned out by the resounding thwacks which supplement them and the girlish cries they elicit, not to mention the struggling which inevitably occurs. Short sharp words or phrases work best during a spanking so I pick up on things like "Keep still" and "Harder" and "You deserve" and "Pants coming down".....etc whereas an ongoing scolding, however well reasoned, would be lost.

I didn't tell you I had my jeans on, did I? Well I did, at least for a couple of minutes and I didn't tell you he was hand spanking me either but he was, though both conditions were to change. I believe I've told you before my husband has powerful hands, creative maybe even artistic, but strong, they can hurt. I tried not to show how much they hurt and when P paused to ask me if he was getting through to me I didn't answer. He asked me again, I sensed impatience in his voice and I said "You've got nothing to get through about......." and then as an afterthought, "..And anyway it's been so long since you spanked me you've probably forgotten how to get through." I'm sure my voice trailed off towards the end of the sentence, I know my bravado did and when he asked me to repeat what I'd just said, I wouldn't. 

It didn't make any difference anyway, my jeans were undone and pulled down,

not the easiest thing to do when otk and he was quite rough, my panties followed much more easily and he spanked me some more then I felt him reach to the floor whilst gripping me firmly in place with his left hand, I couldn't see what he'd picked up but I guessed it was one of my house slippers which I'd kicked off. I was right, I knew instantly when the smooth rubber sole landed across my bare bottom, the slipper soles aren't huge not big enough to spank both buttocks together so I got them in batches alternating between cheeks and it went on for ages and eventually, after pathetically  struggling and demanding he stop, I cried out that he was getting through to me and would he PLEASE stop. He didn't of course and then I started telling him I was SORRY, I REALLY WAS, and PLEASE, P, I'VE LEARNED MY LESSON. I felt like I had, too, my backside must surely have been swollen, it had gone past 'hurt' it was almost numb and I had stopped struggling, I could feel tears in my eyes but I wouldn't let them come. P knows me well enough, a few more hard spanks to show he'll be the one who decides when it's over

and then it stopped and I heard the slipper drop to the floor.

I stayed over his knee, I was sniffling, his hand was gently rubbing my back. He started talking to me calmly again, no tension in his voice, he told me I'd been a silly girl but that was it, all over now. I told him again that I was sorry and I knew I'd been out of order and I hadn't meant to be nasty to him. "Come on then, get up, I'm going to make a cup of tea, would you like one?" Asked my husband. "Yes please," I sniffled as I got off his lap and pulled my knickers up.

When he came back with two hot mugs I was sitting on the sofa, jeans still round my ankles. He sat next to me, put the mugs on the floor and his arm round me and I let my head rest on his shoulder.       

"You know what started all this, the holiday," he said, ".....well, it's not quite the same but Stefan has asked me to meet him in Helsinki end of this month or early next and I thought you might like to come."  

I just made a Mmm noise and snuggled closer, stifling an ouch as the seat grazed my bum. Helsinki isn't quite like Spain, especially at this time of year, and I knew it would only be a couple of days but I suppose it's the thought that counts.

Ronnie
xx

Pictures from Miss Pink.