How soon is "soon enough"

I suppose it depends what it refers to. In this case it was my husband's assurance that a short otk cane, which lay in my underwear drawer, remember

would get used soon enough.

So, now that you know what I'm talking about, you'll no doubt appreciate there are lots of variables to take into account in deciding whether 'soon enough' might be actually too soon for one but not the other but anyway it's academic now because it happened, the timing chosen by P, I had no say in the matter.

Had I told you our son was in Cumbria? I think probably not, he was on a course so we had the place to ourselves. I had a doctor's appointment for 9.15am, routine check nothing nasty, so I'd told P I wouldn't be in the office till after 10am. I decided I'd have a teeny snug little lie-in, well why not, I couldn't have breakfast anyway not even a cup of tea because of the blood test. Unfortunately, or not, it was a day when P had several things on including receiving a potential new client at the office, it was a collar and tie job for him, not his usual preference. It was also a morning when he couldn't find things, his charger cable had gone missing, he couldn't find any black shoe polish, he couldn't remember if I'd reserved a reception room (I had).  

Not much after 7.00am he came into the bedroom, apparently he'd been waiting downstairs listening for me to come out of the shower which obviously didn't happen as I was curled up in bed. He asked if I was ill, I mumbled no, then he asked why on earth I was still in bed, I reminded him of my appointment. That was no reason for idling in bed, he said, especially when I knew he had a lot on. I told him I knew he had a lot on, at least as he saw it, but that I did not, then I told him where to find things and turned over, expecting to hear him leave the room.

Instead I heard a drawer open and then felt the weight of an extra body on the mattress behind me, the duvet was pulled down and I was turned flat onto my stomach. I looked up to object at the rude disturbance but the sight of my husband, suit trousers and crisp white shirt and tie, cane in hand, 
made me melt. He pulled my knickers down and started laying into my bottom very forcefully causing me to wriggle and squirm like a fish out of water, 

he held me in place with his left hand in the small of my back and kept telling me that lying in bed was lazy and no good for me except on weekends and holidays and that it showed a deterioration of mental attitude or words to that effect, oh and a lack of self discipline, I don't know where he finds the words sometimes but they do have an appropriate effect on me when a cane is being wielded. 

Something about bedtime punishment, I mean either end of bedtime, has always appealed to me; I'd love to be spanked really thoroughly at bedtime and then told to go to sleep with a sore bottom, nothing else, it hasn't really happened to me but I'd like it to. I feel the same attraction to morning spankings (which have happened to me) and on this occasion I very quickly started wanting something else and by the time my husband had stopped caning me I just wanted him to get into bed so that I could rip his shirt and tie off and fuck him.

That didn't happen.    

He told me he hoped I'd learned my lesson (I had - must have more lie-ins on week days) and he wanted me to come and find what he was looking for. So I pulled my knickers up, threw a t shirt on and went downstairs, a few minutes later I was straightening his tie for him before he went out the front door, everything in order. Just before 9 o'clock I got a txt message......."how's your bum, hope the doctor doesn't notice the marks"    

My bum had stopped tingling by the time I got into the office, P was already with his visitor, I popped my head in and asked sweetly if they'd like coffee or anything, I'm such a good girl after I've been disciplined. Later, after we'd left work but before we had dinner, I made sure I got what I'd been fancying during the latter part of my caning and very nice it was too. 

Was it soon enough? Well I'd say it was unexpectedly soon, with the emphasis on unexpectedly, and probably all the better for it. The cane is no longer in my drawer, I rather hope I'll be seeing it back again though, I quite liked having it dominate my underwear drawer.

Have a fun weekend.

Ronnie
xx