Spanked before Breakfast

Some people get a swim before breakfast, others do some gym, I tend to get spanked. I got it on the second morning of our recent break and I said I'd tell you about it, that's if you have any interest in spanking of course, if you don't well I'm still going to recount it anyway so you'll have to avert your eyes.

I'd ordered a rather expensive drink if you remember and my husband was not amused, or at least he pretended he wasn't, I didn't much care either way, it got me a sore backside and I had to 'run the gauntlet' so to speak, walking down and across the road from our accommodation and through a fairly busy terrace restaurant on my own, my husband had gone down before me and got us a table next to the balcony overlooking the sea. 

Taken on another day

It was lovely and embarrassing and I could feel P's eyes on me from the moment I entered the restaurant. I think lots of eyes were on me actually but I always think that when I've just been spanked, my cheeks always blush up, I can't help it, and I'm not talking about my bottom cheeks which you could safely assume were blushing too.

I'll explain the running the gauntlet: our accommodation was a beautiful converted grand villa directly across the road from and owned by hotel Vila Argentina, the villa and the hotel were tiered into the cliff side so you had good views from more or less wherever you were. Our own room had balustraded balcony and unbelievable sea views, the only drawback being we had to walk across the road (not a busy road I must add) to get to the hotel facilities, it was all right with the lovely weather we had but I imagine not so much fun if it was raining. There were also taxi drivers sitting outside the hotel and the bell boys hanging around with little to do at breakfast time, you can imagine with nothing much else going on their eyes focused on guests going to and fro, I'm sure they would have noticed me, a woman on her own hurrying as best she could to get to breakfast because her husband had told her to right after he'd spanked her bottom for frivolous spending.

Well that was what he called it when he had me across his knee. We had an end room and the room next to us had been vacated by two girls the previous evening so it was fairly safe to think we wouldn't be overheard, by guests at least. It was lucky for me that P hadn't brought an implement with him (we didn't take hold baggage) or I'm quite sure it would have been used and I would have made considerably more fuss and noise. As it was he used his hand, have I ever told you my husband has powerful hands, and he used them with convincing force, driving home his message that I'd been a spendthrift and sneaky and greedy and so on, he went at it for about ten minutes, firstly over my knickers and for the last three or four minutes on my bare bottom, until he eventually ran out of words to go with the spanks without repeating himself which he doesn't like doing. That and perhaps his hand was getting sore, my backside certainly was. When he'd finished with me he said he was going over to breakfast to get a good table, he said I'd better get showered dressed and join him in 15 minutes max, he took his ipad with him saying he'd catch up with some news while he waited for me.

When I finally got to the table, after running the gauntlet, and went to sit down, P stood up, he'd already ordered tea and coffee, he put his hand round my waist and steered me towards the hot and cold buffet, I think he wanted everyone to see that he was in charge and that I was his, that was what my mind told me anyway. As we were loading our plates P asked me how my bum was, I looked daggers, I mean it was multi national but everyone speaks English these days, he said 'Well?' I had to answer or he'd have kept on. 'It's sore if you must know,' I hissed. 'Good, let it be lesson to you,' he said over loudly. I hurriedly returned to our table, I forgot to get myself an orange juice but P brought two with him when he followed me a minute later. I said he didn't have to talk so loud in front of others, he just said they wouldn't have heard and it was none of their business anyway. Then he said 'Look over there, there's a sailing ship coming round that island, it's beautiful isn't it, bit like you after you've had a good spanking.' I felt my face flushing up again and turned to look at the sailing ship. He was right, it was indeed a beautiful sight which I watched for longer than necessary to give my face chance to colour down, I'm sure I was the happiest girl in the restaurant when I turned back to eat.

When we walked back to our room, as we left the hotel lobby we heard voices coming from across the road, there was a lady calling down from her window at the opposite of our villa, she was talking with her husband who was outside having a cigarette, I've no idea what they were saying but their voices carried easily across the road, it made me wonder if my spanking had carried too and I'm sure the eyes of the taxi drivers, hidden behind their shades, were on me again. I stood up straight, I had my husband with me this time, I was still feeling a bit melty from what he'd said in the restaurant and to be honest at that point in time I didn't care if they did know I'd been spanked.

It was a good start to a sunny day:)

Here's a couple of snaps.

Have a good week.

Ronnie

xx