Battered flesh is tastiest

Yes it's true, so my husband says and I never doubt his reasoning as there's always a solid base to it even when he corrupts it for his own amusement.

He's a good cook, my husband, I know I've told you that before, Chef he prefers to think of himself as (which means chief literally, boss, person in charge) and he does enjoy time in the kitchen except when pans need washing. Anyway he was preparing some veal on Saturday and bashing it under cling film with a rolling pin because he couldn't find his mallet. I asked him what he'd got against the veal and he explained it needed bruising a bit to break the flesh down and make sure it was tender. I thought because it was young it would automatically be tender but apparently not so, depending on the cut.

Then he went on to explain all meat needed help to tenderise it and improve both flavour and texture, the best way he said being to age it, particularly in the case of beef which was best when it was going black at the edges and tacky to touch, but marinades worked too as did certain cooking methods as well as pummelling.

I know you must be getting bored at this point, I certainly was and was about to exit the kitchen when he told me it worked much the same with bottoms. Oh really, how so, I asked.

"Well think about it," said P, "a bottom receives a good spanking and becomes tender, agreed?"

I agreed feeling my face colouring a little and suppressing a smile.

"And it's very sensitive isn't it, I mean after the initial shock of the spanking, to light touches for instance or the tenderest kisses. Well?" He asked. I said I thought he was right and felt my knickers moisten and my cheeks redden further.

"Well it becomes tastier too, metaphorically speaking of course, and succulent, very appealing in fact and receptive and responsive too, almost as if it was glad to have been spanked, don't you think?" I could hardly disagree could I, I mean it's true but it still embarrassed me to say it outright so I said I thought he might have a point.

"Absolutely," he said, he could see my embarrassment but sensed my excitement too, "and I'll prove it to you later," his left hand settled on my right buttock at this point, "when I spank your bottom hard," I squirmed, "and then return to it after an hour or so and see how different it is."

"What will you actually do after an hour or so, P?" I squeaked.

"I'll probably spank it again, that would be double tenderising, lovely, or I might just be tempted to have a little taste of it to see how ripe and succulent it is. We'll see." And then he patted my bottom and went back to his veal, it was my signal to go, quietly thrilled at the prospect of being tenderised later. 

Unfortunately our son and his girlfriend dropped by an hour later and, much as I love to see them, ruined my prospects of a rosy afternoon because our son commandeered P's services to help him with a flat screen he'd bought on Black Friday and the momentum had gone after that, not to mention the time.

Ah well, he owes me:)

Have a good week.

Ronnie

xx