London Tanners Ouch

I'm glad I bought the London Tanners strap. It's officially called a CP ruler paddle

but to me it's a strap; it flexes like a strap, it smells like a strap and it bites like a strap, so to me it's a strap. Rulers are wooden and were the things we had at school and they didn't come in leather. 

Anyway I bought it, and would possibly invest in some more of their stuff one day because it's good quality, though a tad on the expensive side. I was introduced to it intimately, or should I say my bottom was, last Sunday evening by my husband, who had no idea where it came from but saw it laying on my side of the bed glistening and became curious. So much so that he called me upstairs.

When I arrived in the bedroom he was sitting on the bed running it over his hand. I gulped. I'd forgotten I'd left it out.

"So what's this, why's it lying on the bed and what's the shiny stuff on it?" he asked.

I told him I'd bought it before Christmas and I'd just been oiling it, I'd read on someone's blog recently about leather implements being oiled, it was maintenance I said.

"Well it doesn't need maintenance if it hasn't been used, does it? 

And what sort of oil have you put on it, vegetable oil, olive oil, engine oil?" I could see my husband was amused, he hadn't finished... "And why were you doing it now? I've got a perfectly good strap and it's never needed oiling, have you ever found my strap to be lacking?"

"No, P, not at all, I was just experimenting."

"And were you going to spank yourself with it? I mean where was the experiment going?" I didn't answer, I didn't have an answer.

"I think you'd better take your jeans off, young lady." I'm not a young lady but I don't mind being called one, especially in a stern voice. I took my jeans off.

"Knickers too, this thing's got oil on it," said my husband.

"It's only massage oil, P, it doesn't stain."

"I said knickers off!" My husband growled and my knickers almost jumped off me in fright. 

I didn't have to be ordered to do the next bit, I clambered across my husband's lap.

"Who said I want you across my lap?" he asked, "I don't know if this position is suited to the implement, I might need a longer swing to get the best vocals from you."

I let a tiny squeal escape my lips, then sensed P raising and lowering his right arm a few times followed by the strap falling softly across my backside, then just the top few inches on the right side then the left and finally quite a hearty thwack which caught both sides evenly and must have made my cheeks wobble.

"I like it, I think it'll be ok," pronounced my husband and without further ado, no consulting with me, he launched a spanking or should that be strapping. He started modestly to lull me into it but varied the cadence and force (upwards mostly) as he went along, 

he chatted a bit about leather and suppleness and bounciness of bottoms and redness and such things as he did it. I must say he was in particularly good humour and although he had me squirming after just a few minutes his mood was infectious and I was enjoying it and every time I implored "Please, P!" or "OOOh please!" etc, he deliberately interpreted it as wanting more, "Oh so you want more do you young lady, well I'll give you plenty more, we'll see how much more you want when you're bottom's as red a beetroot." He shouldn't say such things, with the good vibes undercurrent they fire me up in spite of the pain and I turned my squirms and wiggles into lascivious gestures, raising my bottom cheekily and greedily for him to paint red.

In the end, or actually before the end really because my meaningful gyrations must have distracted my husband, away from the task at hand, the implement was discarded and I was hoisted onto the bed on all fours and he took me doggy which I think caused more vocals than any of the preceding spanking.

As we lay, post fucking, my husband said he hoped that had taught me a lesson and I told him it had, I would leave implements out more often:) Then I asked him what he thought of it, he said I'd be the best one to judge that, surely, but I said I couldn't say exactly because I'd been a bit excited and also he seemed to have finished rather abruptly, and in any case there are always two sides to an implement; giver and receiver. "Hmm," pondered my husband, " perhaps we should continue then." I laughed and said thanks but I'm fine, wouldn't mind his opinion on it though, he said he'd tell me, I'll hold him to it.

Have a good weekend.

Ronnie

xx

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