Slut Spanking

My husband was in Nottingham last week, he didn't want to go there but a client was insistent on a personal meeting where P thought phone and email was sufficient, anyway he went and did business in a coffee bar over espresso and croissants which he didn't really want either but he got the business he wanted so it was OK. After he left his client he took a walk across the town to an eaterie he'd provided services to ages ago but never seen; if it was open he thought he might pop in on the off chance and say hello.

It wasn't open and he returned to his car and came back to the office but somewhere between the coffee bar and returning to his car he sent me a lopsided pic of two girls with long legs and very short tight shorts (and they were short) walking hand in hand, he'd obviously snapped them on the move and used his phone awkwardly to avoid being spotted. 'Sluts' said his message. That was all.

I phoned him and asked why he'd sent me the image, he said because he was shocked by the way the girls were dressed, he said they'd been standing in front of him at a traffic light crossing and he'd overheard them laughing and giggling clearly talking about boys and he said their shorts were rising up every time they moved and they kept putting their hands down and fidgeting with them because they were exposing their bum cheeks and they knew it. I said OK, how nice terrible for you, so why are you telling me this, if you feel so strongly about it why don't you find a policeman and report them for indecent exposure. He said there was no point, the town was full of similarly attired females, he said Nottingham had a very high f/m ratio and they were all the same. (Please don't take this the wrong way if you're from Nottingham, my husband has a depraved sense of humour at times).

Now I know my husband and I know he wouldn't really be shocked, I also knew he must be teasing me for a reason, he must have been in a good mood and he must have been feeling frisky because he never really does this sort of thing. I said well why don't you take matters into your own hands, stop the girls and give them a damned good spanking for dressing lewdly, you'd be performing a public service, I'm sure you'd be applauded, except by the girls of course. He laughed. "Nah, lost sight of 'em now, I think they went into one of the stores. But there are plenty more about deserving of a good spanking. See you later anyway" and he rang off. As I said I know my husband, it was a signal, it had to be. I had easily an hour maybe more before he would be back so I went home and changed into some slutty knickers and put on stockings and a suspender, I don't have any shorts which would expose the fat of my lower bum cheeks, and if I did I couldn't wear them to the office, but I do have a tight skirt which I put on. Back at the office I heightened my lipstick and dabbed on a bit of cheap perfume which I'd won in a lucky draw last Christmas and thrown into my desk drawer. 
   

P got back to the office just before midday, I made him a coffee which he didn't want, he sat down to check messages and his post, I walked up behind him and started massaging his shoulders telling him what a poor man he was being exposed to all those 'sluts' just to get a teeny weeny bit of business, then I bent down and kissed his cheek which left a lipstick stain and said 'Oops sorry' and smudged it with a tissue. I could see from the front of my husband's trousers that he still needed a slut to spank. I moved to the side and leaned across him to retrieve his untouched coffee from his desk, he could smell me and must surely have noticed my skirt, which I knew must be rising with my forward stretch. Then I felt his hand on my thigh, even through the stretched fabric it sent a tingle through me and I gasped. I reached back and shuffled the hem of my skirt down but my husband slid his hand under and up to rest at my stocking top which he ran his finger along, half on the nylon and half on my flesh. He told me he was hungry and he thought we better go home for some lunch, we hardly ever do that! I agreed of course, I think I may even have had a silly grin on my face when I told Gail there'd be no-one in the office for about an hour, I was glad she was on the phone as I mouthed the message to her so I didn't have to make up an excuse as to why.

Twenty minutes later a slut had her knickers lowered at our house and had her backside thoroughly spanked as she kicked and struggled and swore and lied that she wouldn't act sluttily again. Twenty five minutes later a slut was fucked hard on all fours on the bed with her skirt up round her waist and her knickers still at her knees and she loved every second of it. An hour or so later we were back in the office, we used the side entrance to avoid Gail's friendly noseyness, I'd changed back into smart jeans which was probably a mistake as  they were rubbing against my smarting bottom. On second thoughts probably not a mistake:)

Have a fun weekend.

Ronnie    

xx