Spanked for Sulking

Bank Holiday weekends always used to be fun but recently, I suppose by recently I'm referring to the last 3-4 bank holidays which have admittedly suffered bad weather, they've been dull. There have been other reasons apart from the weather, which I won't go into, but even so they have been dull (no pun intended). I told my husband about this and reminded him we've got another long weekend coming up in about 4 weeks, why not book a few days somewhere, see if there are any concerts, shows, exhibitions etc that might be of interest.

You see our son's already made arrangements to go away, he's spending a couple of days in London with old uni friends then flying to Jersey to visit a mate who's working in the banking industry there. He seems to have more fun than we do these days and whilst I wish him all the fun in the world I must admit it makes me a bit envious. It must have shown through because P said I should ask him if I could go with him if I felt so strongly, 'I'm sure you would be welcome and I'll muddle along just fine'. Ha! very funny P, I'm sure our son's friends would really love having a mom tagging along, young thinking though I like to think I am, and I wouldn't even dream of actually doing it anyway and I'm sure P knows that. He was intentionally missing my point, I want the travel or the concert or the exhibition or whatever to be with him, not with our son, much as I love our son.

P said we couldn't go away because he couldn't spare the time because he has work to do on his mother's house, he's made arrangements with his brother and he intends to stick with them. I know what he said was true but I wasn't happy, he could just get someone to do the work, they'd be quicker than him anyway and I told him so. He told me he was hoping I'd be helping him, he liked having me as an assistant he said, I had visions of constantly sweeping up and clearing after him and making lots of cups of tea, not my idea of a great bank holiday.  

Well to cut this short, I went into a bit of a sulk and later in the day P asked me what was wrong. I told him bluntly and he listened, I could see him weighing it up, I thought he might actually agree with me and say to hell with the planned work, we'll go and have some fun but he didn't. He just went quiet for a while and I though a mood might set in which would have been the worst possible outcome, but luckily it didn't happen; instead he took me upstairs and gave me a damned good spanking. 

Hard and efficient and very un sexy and I deserved it and it brought me to the edge of tears and I deserved that too even though they were caused more by the lecture I received than the spanking. He told me I was being unreasonable and ungrateful and that a week after the Bank Holiday we were flying to Spain and that he'd made a lot of effort to make that possible because it was my birthday and he knew I needed a break blah blah blah. But he was right and it made me feel bad.

I stayed in the bedroom after he'd spanked me, I wanted to actually cry but couldn't. Then I started re-thinking the upcoming Bank Holiday weekend..... empty house, working close with my husband, physical work not brain work, maybe a spanking or two if I didn't perform my tasks to his satisfaction, torrid sex, shared showers after sweaty work, snack out too busy to cook, yep I supposed there were possibilities, and it's true we're going on holiday shortly after so that will sate my travel lust.

I put my sulk behind me, well P had pretty much taken care of it really a good spanking usually cures that sort of nonsense, and went downstairs touching my bottom on the way down, it was still very warm. P was on the phone when I entered the lounge, I went up and pecked him on the cheek then I made a T sign with my fingers and he nodded, so I went and put the kettle on.  

Have a good week.

Ronnie
xx

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