It was about time

But I still didn't like it. Not at the time and not for some while afterwards I can tell you.

You see I got spanked very hard, now that's not so terribly unusual for me depending on the occasion, but usually there's background of sassiness, intentional disobedience, wilfulness, provocation or just plain simple fun. I sometimes wonder when I/we are going to run out of spanking ammunition after so many years but I'm pleased to say the enthusiasm isn't showing any serious sign of waning yet although there might be longer droughts than there used to be. Anyway this spanking was, what should I call it, 'real'. That sounds silly but it's not and I shall explain.

My husband (and me naturally) has discovered that if you take the sex element out of spanking completely, the effect of the spanking, regardless of intensity, is entirely different, obviously affected by state of mind. So a punishment spanking, which I don't get often enough, hurts of course and there's no sex attached or at least not with the ones I've had, not if they've been really punishment, but there is nevertheless and underlying frisson and it helps me take the spanking, it's sexy (to me) to be punished. Right so I'm kinky and that's ok. But........if you extract that kink, erase it, neutralise it (temporarily of course) then I'm like a vanilla girl just getting a good spanking with no subliminal feelings to help me out. So how to erase those feelings?

P knows and he's done it before but as part of play. I've posted about it a few times but this was different. Masturbation is the answer. Simple. Masturbate, orgasm, empty feelings, spank. Ouch. 

We'd had words the night before, silly reason a disagreement over a movie, I dug my heels in, he did the same, voices raised, son was at home and came downstairs and it trailed off. But clearly it wasn't forgotten, at least not by P although nothing more was said. Next morning in bed, I woke with P's hand between my legs, I'm not a great morning person but this type of wake-up is acceptable, I started to turn towards him but he stopped me, told me he was going to make me come, he said he was going to make me come a lot, in my knickers right there in the bed. I felt myself moisten. He said after I'd orgasmed, and after he'd made sure there were no more waiting in the wings, he wanted to have a word with me. His fingers must have been wet now as my knickers definitely were, he insisted I kept them on by the way, he wouldn't say what the word was about and I was reaching the point of not caring. He told me he could feel my little nub getting hard and he liked it, he said he liked making it sore, he said he liked parting my lips, especially when his tongue was down there, he asked me if I'd like his tongue down there right now, he said he bet I would, I didn't need to answer or say anything he just carried on and I just moaned and eventually I felt it coming, no little surges just one big overpowering orgasm which made me thrust myself against him and cling to him so hard I'm sure I must have left marks where my fingers and nails dug in. I lay there panting, getting my breath back, basking in the afterglow, relishing my man. 

After a few minutes he prised himself away from me and slithered under the duvet, his tongue found the wetness between my legs and started to lick. I let him because it felt nice but I didn't have anything left and told him so, he'd taken all I'd got. "Good," he said, "because now I'm going to spank you."

He sat up with his back against the headboard and pulled me across his knees. He told me it was for being so contrary last night, so adamant that I was right, defiant in the face of the obvious fact that he'd been right, making him raise his voice etc etc, he goes on a bit. He said because he'd 'drained' me I'd be getting a real spanking, it was about time I felt one, a spanking like naughty girls got when they didn't have any kinky little thoughts tucked away deep inside to help them out. He said I was just going to get my bottom spanked good and hard and that I wouldn't like it but would do me good and restore a bit of respect blah blah blah. And then he started, his hand at first over my knickers then he dragged my knickers down and reached a paddle from under his pillow (so he'd obviously planned this) and told me this was going to hurt very much and make my botttom sore and swollen for the rest of the day. And he was right and I didn't want it and I kept thinking as he was doing it, 'I'm a naughty girl.... getting my bottom spanked hard by my man... and it won't stop.... until I'm in tears..' and such like things, hoping to elicit sexy little kinky thoughts from deep down to come and rescue me. But they didn't, I couldn't find any, I just got well and truly spanked and when he'd finished me I didn't even want to give him a blow job, just get off his lap and into another room where he couldn't see the tears welling up in my eyes. 

I didn't see my husband for a couple of hours after that, not until I arrived at the office. He was cheery enough, I was polite. I told him he'd bruised my bottom. He said good. He said that was the way he was going to spank me when I was out of line from now on, I didn't think he could possibly mean it because he often says things and doesn't follow them through but I thought about it on and off for the rest of the day.

Maybe it was about time I got to feel how it must be for a vanilla to get spanked. I'm hoping he doesn't do it again because I'd like to keep it in my mind exactly as it was. And I think if he repeated it I think my corrupt mind would probably try to find ways to convert it into something sexy, even desirable, and knowing me it would probably work.

Ronnie

xx 

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